The Smurf Of Many Colors/Part 2

The curtains closed as Narrator returned to the stage to continue the play's narrative.

"While Jacob mourned for the loss of Joseph along with his other brothers, who were now glad that Joseph is gone from their lives, Joseph was delivered down to Egypt where he was sold to a man named Potiphar, who was the captain of the guard for the Pharaoh," Narrator said. "Joseph at this point couldn't see how the Almighty was smurfing in his life to bring about his dream being fulfilled, and yet the Almighty was with him to bless everything that he did for Potiphar as one of his servants."

After Narrator stepped off the stage, the curtains parted and the scene was now inside Potiphar's house, where Potiphar and his wife -- played by Duncan McSmurf and Smurfette -- were watching Joseph and a few other servants doing the cleaning. Joseph looked a little sad as he was on his knees doing the cleaning with a bucket of water and a scrub brush.

"My, that Hebrew servant you smurfed into our home certainly looks handsome," Potiphar's wife said as she looked longingly at Joseph.

"Now, now, lassie, we don't want to let ourselves get smurfed away by any of our servants, even when this one has blessed us with such smurfless work that I'm thinking of promoting him to head of the servants," Potiphar said.

"But I just can't stop smurfing of him, my dear," Potiphar's wife said.

"You and your desires are going to smurf somebody into trouble one of these days, mark my smurfs," Potiphar said. "Smurf me alone with Joseph so I can have a smurf with him."

Potiphar's wife gave her husband a snooty look before she walked offstage with her nose in the air.

Joseph soon stood up before his master. "Everything in this house is now clean, just the way that you want it, Master Potiphar," he reported. "Is there anything else that you need this smurf for?"

"You have smurfed far beyond my expectations as a servant, Joseph," Potiphar said. "I believe that it is time for me to smurf you a new role as the head of all the servants in this house. From now on, you will be in charge of everything, and nothing will be withheld from you...except, of course, for my beautiful wife, whom I want respected and protected from even her own private desires."

"This smurf has sensed that your wife has been gazing at this smurf, Potiphar," Joseph said. "This smurf understands that your wife belongs solely to you, and will respect your wishes to keep this smurf from going after her."

"Just remember, laddie, that if I hear aught of you smurfing anything to her, you will have to answer for it with your life," Potiphar said. "Whatever you smurf, do not disappoint me."

Joseph nodded as he watched Potiphar walk offstage before he picked up his bucket and scrub brush and followed him.

The curtains closed as the scene changed to the outside of Potiphar's house, where there was a garden set up. Joseph was watching the servants doing the gardening when Potiphar's wife emerged carrying a tray with glasses of water. "Here...a little something to refresh you while you watch over the servants," she invited Joseph with a smile.

Joseph took one of the glasses from the tray and drank from it. "Aaaah...that was very fresh and delicious. This smurf appreciates your offer, Madame Potiphar."

"Just a little something to smurf my own appreciation for the head of the servants," Potiphar's wife said, taking the empty glass and placing it on the tray before placing the tray on a table. She then came close to Joseph and started to massage his shoulders. "You must be very exhausted. Come, lie with me in my garden and enjoy yourself. My husband is away and won't return until later."

"Madame, this smurf appreciates what you're doing, but this smurf cannot grant you that request," Joseph said as he pulled himself away from Potiphar's wife.

"Oh, don't be so afraid of what my husband will smurf to you," Potiphar's wife said. "As long as he isn't here to smurf us, nobody will ever know what we're smurfing together."

"This smurf does not fear your husband, but this smurf does fear the Almighty, who will see this going on," Joseph said. "My master doesn't know what is with this smurf in the house, and he has committed all that he has to this smurf's hand. There is no one greater in this house than this smurf, nor has he kept back anything from this smurf but you, because you are his wife. How then this smurf I do this great wickedness, and sin against God?"

"Egypt is a land of gods, my dear Joseph," Potiphar's wife said. "None of them are ever going to smurf anything to us for smurfing into our desires with each other. Please, I smurf of you, lie with me in this garden."

"This smurf apologizes, Madame, but this smurf cannot grant you that request," Joseph said as he quickly walked out of the garden.

To be expanded on.