Barabbas (Glovey Story)/Part 1

All the Smurfs are seen taking their seats as the spotlight appears on Actor Smurf yet again.

Actor: Thank you all for coming today. All of us on stage hope you enjoy our performance. We all worked very hard on it. And now, for today’s performance titled “Barabbas.”

Harmony begins to play his bugle as Actor walks off the stage. Actor quickly takes the bugle away and the curtains open. The scenery appears to be that of an ancient Roman city with many Smurfs as a mob. Other Smurfs appear as Roman soldiers with Papa Smurf in the middle dressed in a white toga with sandals. Many of the Smurfs all approach Papa Smurf and they begin to whisper to him at the same time.

Papa Smurf: Ah yes. The holiday is coming. I’m familiar with the custom. Very well… Bring the prisoner out.

The soldiers salute then run off into a dungeon and find Hefty Smurf sleeping in a pile of hay. He appears to be wearing a dirty old tunic with sandals. He also appears to be wearing a beard as part of his costume. They start to kick him to wake him up.

Hefty: Alright, alright! I’m awake! Huh? What’s going on here?

Papa Smurf comes down as the Smurfs grab Hefty.

Papa Smurf: Bring him up next to the other one.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty is taken next to another figure that is hard to identify. A big bright light is put on the figure. Not even the audience can  identify the actor.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Papa Smurf: What will it be then? Jesus of Nazareth? Or… Jesus Barabbas.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Soon the mob begins to cheer the name “Barabbas.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Papa Smurf: I shall ask once more. This man, Jesus of Nazareth! Or, Barabbas?

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">The mob continues to chant for Hefty’s character. The Roman soldiers unchain Hefty and push him away.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">“Alright then. You’re free, now get the Smurf outta here!”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty: Easy, easy! I’m going!

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">As Hefty Smurf walks away, he looks back at the bright figure who took his place of death. He then made his eyes big when he heard the crowd chant the word, “Crucify him!”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty: Eeesh! Who was that man…? Bah! Who cares. I’m free. It’s all that matters.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty then runs through the crowds and runs into a big house with lots of laughter and screams. Many Smurfs are seen drinking from big mugs as they cheer to him entering.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">“There’s that old rascal! Barrabas is back! Look who came back from the dead! But how?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty: Alright you bums. So it was like this. Pilate called me out to stand next to some man from Nazareth. It’s part of the holiday or something. The crowds chose me.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">“Hooray for Barabbas! All hail Jesus Barabbas! Barabbas! Barabbas!”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">The familiar chant is heard again. He is then crowned by Claire with a fruit basket. He then looks out the window and squints his eyes and sees some laughing Smurfs carrying a crown of thorns. He then stops to think, then he laughs as he is given a broom.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Claire: Here is your scepter, King Barabbas. I am at your service, your highness.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty: Ah, yes. By the way Sara, where is Rachel?

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Claire: Bah! That traitor changed and took off. She’s not one of us anymore.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty: What?! My Rachel is gone?

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Claire: She decided to follow the preaching of some new guy.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Smurfette then walks into the bar and everyone gets quiet.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Claire: Well, well… look who’s here? Hey, Rachel. Look who’s here? The old devil has been asking for you.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty smiles and grabs Smurfette’s hands. He tries to kiss her, but she pulls away quickly.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Smurfette: Let me go, Barabbas. I am not the same anymore.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty: What’s the matter? Aren’t you glad to see me alive?

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Smurfette: Do you know who is being killed in your place?

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty: Oh, so you would’ve rather have me dead, IS THAT IT?!

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Smurfette covers her face and runs into a room as everyone else laughs. Hefty chases after her.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty: Rachel? Tell me what is the matter.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Smurfette: They’re killing an innocent man. The son of God.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty gets quiet and raises an eyebrow.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty: That’s too bad…. Maybe God should look out for his own people… And you can look after me!

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">He then pulls Smurfette and begins to kiss her cheeks and hand up to her arms, as she struggles to get free.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Smurfette: Let me go, Barabbas! I am not the same.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty finally lets go of her. He then lays down next to her as he holds her hand. It soon gets very quiet as it begins to get very windy and dark. Hefty gets up and notices the darkness.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty: Hey! What’s going on?! Rachel? Am I blind? I can’t see! Rachel talk to me!

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Smurfette gets away into the corner of the room as she begins to pray and cry. Hefty runs out to see his bar buddies. They are seen looking out the window with very little light is seen. The light appeared to be coming from the same figure again, who was now being put to death. Hefty runs outside to witness what was going on. He runs up the hill as people scream in terror as they recognize him as a former criminal. He runs up and sees the figure being crucified. He sees many crying at his feet while some Romans appear to be laughing and gambling.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">“Forgive them father… for they know not what they are doing…”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty hears the man speak as the darkness increases with earthquakes. The man is finally speared and appears to be dead. He is then taken away by soldiers. Hefty can’t help but look guilty as he looks down. He then runs back to his bar friends to find Smurfette.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty: Where is Rachel?

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Rachel: I’m leaving Barabbas. My master will return in three days. I heard and I believe…

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Smurfette then runs away and slams the door.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Claire: Oh forget her Barabbas. Let’s say I show you a better night than she ever could.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty then takes a bottle and begins to drink as he pulls Claire into a room. The curtains close and open again. Hefty is seen lying awake with a bored look on his face. Claire is seen next to him asleep.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty: How long has it been?

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Claire yawns as she speaks.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Claire: Two days.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty: Two days…

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty then puts on his tunic and shoes on. He then kicks the bed, waking up Claire.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty: Hey! Two and today makes three! Bah…

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty gets annoyed as Claire ignores him. He walks outside and sees everyone normal, as if nothing had occurred. He overhears some men mention the man who was killed in his place. He gets close to try and listen.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">“Is it true? Yes, Mary said she saw him walk out. Shhh! Not so loud! Where’s Peter?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">The man make signals and enter a small little house where they are seen running and entering quickly. Hefty follows a trail and finds Smurfette next to an open cave.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Smurfette: Barabbas! He’s not dead. You must believe!

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty: Yeah, I heard. He “rose from the dead” as part of a miracle. You think I would believe such stories.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Smurfette: It’s not a lie. God opened the tomb.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty: God? You saw him do it? You saw God come down and move the rock?

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Smurfette: It was a divine light. It was some force that moved the rock. I couldn’t see right. I was too astonished.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty begins to laugh as Smurfette cries and tries to explain.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Smurfette: He had many followers besides me. If you ask others who saw him, I’m certain you will believe!

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty: We’ll just see about that then…

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty walks away chuckling as he heads back into town. He remembers seeing the cloaked men hide in a small house. He runs quickly and opens the door and finds the scared Smurfs.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">“It’s him. What’s he doing here?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty: Alright! Where is it? Come on, where did you hide the body?

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">“We didn’t take the body. He rose. He’s here. He’s coming.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty: Tell me. Come on? What are you afraid of?

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Aksel: That’s right. What Are we afraid of?

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Aksel comes from behind the other Smurfs with a serious face. He is seen sewing together a net.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Aksel: Our master is indeed alive and we did nothing to his body.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty tries to speak but can’t help but to notice Aksel sewing his net.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty: What’s your name anyways?

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Aksel: I am Simon Peter. We know who you are… Barabbas.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty: Why are you sewing that net anyways? There’s isn’t a body close here to fish.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Aksel: My master made a joke with me. He said I would always be his fisherman, but my fish would be men.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty: A fisher of man?

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Aksel: Indeed. But it was a serious joke. But you’re not here for jokes. You don’t believe he has resurrected.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty: Obviously. It’s not possible. Once you die, that’s it.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Aksel: Really? He did bring back a man from the dead. In fact, he is here with us right now. I can take you to him so you may speak to him.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Aksel walks upstairs and takes Hefty to a room and leaves him there.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Aksel: Lazarus, could you come down please? We have a guest who wishes to question you. He will be with you shortly.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Aksel leaves as Hefty sits on a stool. Eventually, Grandpa Smurf is seen coming out.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty: Are you Lazarus?

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Grandpa is seen coughing as he sits down gently.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Grandpa: Yes. I hear you wanted to ask me a question about the master?

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty: Actually, I wanted to ask you about death.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Grandpa: Death…

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty: Death. Well, what is it? Tell me what this uh… about your experience? Well what is it?

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Grandpa: Nobody has ever asked me about this before. You’re the first one. Death is… It’s nothing.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty: Nothing?

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Grandpa: Nothing. It’s like life.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty: I do not understand.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Grandpa: It’s hard to explain to someone who has never experienced it. It’s as if somebody tries to explain life to an unborn child. It’s… nothing. But I will tell you since we are both alive that life really isn’t nothing.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">He then grabs some bread and parts it. He then hands one piece to Hefty as his hand shakes.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Grandpa: Eat…

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">The curtains then close and open again. Hefty is seen with his bar friends laughing and drinking happily.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty: That’s the lesson everyone! Love one another! We’ll show them that we know how it’s done.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty then pulls Claire, who appears to be dizzy as she laughs.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty: Let’s show them how it’s done.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Claire is seen laughing and hiccupping as she gets carried away by a dizzy Hefty Smurf. He then drops her as she laughs and falls asleep. He then gets annoyed and kicks her, to which she responds by laughing and then snores loudly, signaling her sleep. Hefty wanders around the city dizzy and talking to himself.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty: I get to live! I am the king! I am alive! You can’t kill me! Look at me! LOOK AT ME!

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty finally finds a big crowd listening to Smurfette speak.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Smurfette: That is why we must all be ready. We must all believe in his teachings of love. Everyone can be saved. Old, young, men, women, children, healthy or ill.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty: Bah! Don’t listen to this woman. She’s nothing but trouble!

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Everyone turns around as Hefty comes to ruin the preachings.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Smurfette: And what do you know, Barabbas? What do you know about life and how precious it is?

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty: Bah…

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty waves his hand to ignore Smurfette as he drinks more from his bottle. Soon, many of those who were in the crowd begin to side with Hefty.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">“He’s right! We could get in deep trouble for this. What would the priests think? They could have us all stoned to death!”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Smurfette: I’ll show you all that everyone can be saved. I’m going to preach to the lepers next. We will all be washed with fire from the sky. Farewell.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">“She’s going into the lepers den! Somebody stop her! She’ll spread the disease and kill us all!

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Soon, Smurfs dressed as high priest guards arrive and handcuff Smurfette and they take her away.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty: Rachel! You take your Smurfing hands off of her!

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty is hit on the head and is left unconscious. Soon, a big crowd is seen cheering and laughing as Smurfette waits in the center. She is then hit with a rock on the face. Many rocks then begin to fly at her until she falls to the ground. The night becomes day and Hefty wakes up. He shakes his head and runs around screaming the name Rachel. But she was gone. He ends up finding the spot where she was stoned. Only dry blood remained. He was now miserable. He wandered the down depressed.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty: They’re not going to get away with this. They have no idea who they just got involved with… It’s time for payback.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty wanders away and enters the wilderness, where he notices from far away more of his familiar men. He overhears some of them speak terrible things about him.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">“That Barabbas is a joke. We don’t need to take any orders from him anymore. I agree. I say we take him out by surprise. Yeah right, you’re too scared of him. Shhh! Here he comes now.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty walks in calmly to join his friends as they all eat from a fire. Hefty then cuts some fruit and begins t chew it softly. He then stands up and punches the faces of those who were trying to overthrow him. He ends up sending them away. They run away and jump off to a lake. The others cheer as he smiles.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty: There. What’s done is done. Are you men interested in assaulting the high priests? I am certain they carry a lot of loot.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">The Smurfs nod in agreement and follow Hefty behind a bush where they await the high priests to show up. Once they come, all the Smurfs join Hefty in beating up the guards and priests as they take the sacks of gold. Hefty recognizes one of them as the one who had taken Smurfette away.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty: You monster! They call me killer but you….!! I’ll get you the same way you got her!

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty chases down a guard and begins to throw rocks at him until he falls down. Hefty begins to cry as he continues to throw rocks.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty: You took her from me! You took her from me…!

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">He is then stopped as someone grabs his hand. He sees his men take off as they disappear in the distance. He turns his head to see all the Smurfs in Roman uniforms as they tie his hands up and take him away. He is taken back to the familiar palace again.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">“Pilate would like to have a word with you, scum.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty: Let go of me, vermin!”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Papa Smurf is seen entering the room again with an angry and disappointed face.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Papa Smurf: Perhaps the people were wrong in choosing you to be free. Must I explain to you the laws of treason in this state? Do you need to be reminded about stealing and killing?

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty: Do you?

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Pilate: What are you saying mongrel?

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">The guards begin to beat Hefty to the ground.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Papa Smurf: Enough! Let him speak.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty: You and I… we’re not so different. We have both killed and robbed many. The difference between you and me is that you were born in a high class family with many values. I came from a screaming woman who cursed me before passing away.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Papa Smurf: Unfortunately for you Barrabas, my killings were for the better making of Rome and the emperor. Your deeds however show no meaning to us. You will have to be punished by some way. And according to these laws, prisoners who had been absolved by the Jewish holiday cannot be put back in trial or even a death sentence.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty: Oh… You can’t kill me….

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Papa Smurf: Hmph. That would be an ease for you, wouldn’t it? I sentence you to work in the Sulfur mines in Sicily for the rest of your life.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty: I can’t die… That’s it huh… I can’t die. Yes! Yes! I can’t die! He died in my place. The death has been paid! That light… that wasn’t light! And the darkness, that wasn’t darkness! That was life… That was life!

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Papa Smurf: Take him away! I don’t want to see this mad man anymore.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty: You cannot kill me! He took my death! You cannot kill me! You’re all stinking fish. He’s fishing for stinking fish!

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty is yet again put in chains by the Roman Smurfs. He is taken with many other prisoners. They are all seen traveling through the desert as they make way for the city of Sicily. There, all the prisoners can be seen working inside the darkness. He lines up with the others as they are given medallions to wear. Hefty looks at his.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Hefty: Who’s the god?

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Grouchy: Tiberius Claudius Nero. You have the privilege of being his property. Move along now!

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif""> Hefty is then released and chained again from his leg, to another prisoner. He is seen working as the years go by. Each time, he gets a different prisoner to work with him as they die or get too old. Grouchy finally brings his a new younger prisoner, played by Handy Smurf. Handy appears to also be wearing a fake beard with a tunic and sandals. They are chained together by Grouchy yet again as he whips them to get back to work.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Grouchy: Hey, you should listen to this one. He’s been here for years. He knows how to live forever through this underworld.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Grouchy leaves as Hefty and Handy try to get to their sport.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Handy: How long have you been here? Let me see your disk.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Handy pulls onto Hefty’s disk and gets shocked. <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">Handy: Tiberius? That was so many years ago… In a different world.

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