The Smurf Impersonators/Part 7

"And indeed Gargamel was preparing for his next plan to capture the Smurfs, Polaris," Narrator said. "His apprentice Scruple was with him at the time of that preparation, hoping that his master would help him smurf back his place at the sorcerer's guild, but as usual Gargamel had other smurfs in mind than helping his apprentice succeed as a sorcerer."

And as Narrator continued the story, Polaris saw in Narrator's mind Gargamel busy at work in his laboratory mixing together a formula with his apprentice Scruple watching. "What are you planning to do with that mixture, Gargy?" Scruple asked.

"I'm going to achieve my goal of capturing the Smurfs by becoming one myself, my dimwitted apprentice," Gargamel answered. "I figured that if I can't beat them, I might as well join them...a rather smurfy plan, don't you think?" He laughed evilly at the thought.

"Just what I figured about you," Scruple said, rolling his eyes. "You're so obsessed with these Smurfs that you're starting to talk like one of them."

"If you've been around these miserable creatures as long as I have been, you would understand my desire for revenge against them," Gargamel said as he focused on mixing the last of the ingredients. "All I want to do is be the first wizard to create the Philosopher's Stone, and all that I need to create the formula are six Smurfs...the rest I intend to feast on them until I'm full."

"So you don't just want to use them to make this magical stone, you also want to eat them, Gargy?" Scruple said, making a face after he said that. "Eeeww, I don't know about your strange tastes in food."

"Compared to what I've been eating in the forest, a taste of Smurf in my mouth will be like a taste of heaven...not that I will be going there when I'm through with them, but if that's where they believe they're going to when they die, then I would surely want to send them there to be rid of them once and for all," Gargamel said.

Azrael just yawned in total disinterest at whatever he heard his master say about the Smurfs.

"There...the formula is ready," Gargamel said after a while of watching the mixture in the cauldron boil. He took it away from the hearth to let it cool for a bit. "Scruple, get me the bucket so I can pour this mixture upon myself to make the transformation."

"So how long are you going to stay a Smurf once you transform into one, Gargy?" Scruple asked.

"It should last for several hours, which will be how long it will take me to find the Smurfs, since only the Smurfs themselves know where their wretched village is in this forest," Gargamel answered.

"So you don't know where these Smurfs even live?" Scruple said as he grabbed the bucket. "That's going to be real helpful."

"Don't worry about that, my faithless pupil," Gargamel said. "Papa Smurf always has his little Smurfs go out into the forest to collect sarsaparilla or smurfberries or whatever things they live on for their daily sustenance. All I need is just one stupid unsuspecting Smurf to lead me straight into the village, and then I will have them in the palm of my hands once the formula wears off."

"This plan had better work for your sake," Scruple said, as he watched his master pour the formula into the bucket and then attach a rope to the bucket.

"Oh, don't be so negative, my child...of course it's going to work, or I'm not the great wizard Gargamel," the evil wizard said with a laugh. He put the bucket upon a shelf and stood underneath it with the rope in his hand. "Now stand back and watch my genius at work."

Scruple and Azrael stood back and watched as Gargamel pulled on the rope and turned the bucket over to douse himself with the formula. Suddenly the two of them watched as Gargamel shrunk to the size of a Smurf, changing into the form of a Smurf right before their eyes.

"Hey, what do you know, Gargy?" Scruple said. "You really do look like a Smurf now...except for the nose, that is."

Azrael then looked at Gargamel's new form and started licking his chops. "Now, now, Azrael, let's not get too hasty...I'm still your master," Gargamel said in his attempt to keep his cat from attacking him.

Azrael bared his claws and swiped at Gargamel, which made him back away and run off. "Help! Scruple, stop him!" Gargamel cried out.

"Now why should I do that?" Scruple said mischievously. "If you're now a Smurf, you should have to deal with Azrael as one for now."

"Ooooh, I'll get you for this, you miserable turncoat...just you wait," Gargamel hissed as Scruple opened the door and watched Azrael chase his own master out into the forest.

To be expanded on.