Smurfette's Evil Mirror/Part 2

Meanwhile, far away from the Smurf Forest, in a dilapidated old house, Gargamel and his apprentice Scruple were setting up things for their new location while Azrael played around outside, swatting at butterflies.

"Drat those wretched little Smurfs!" Gargamel cursed. "It's been a few years since I last terrorized them in their forest, and I'm still no closer to completing the creation of the Philosopher's Stone than I was when I first found the Smurfs. And now I can't even return there because of that Empath Smurf."

"Well, maybe it's time for you to give up this ridiculous quest and move on to more important things, like teaching me how to become a powerful sorcerer," Scruple suggested.

"Like Hades I will, you nitwit," Gargamel said. "I'm not going to let a little Smurf like Empath stop me from fulfilling my lifetime ambition. I'm going to find a way to bring the Smurfs to me if I can no longer go into their forest to find them."

"So where do you want this mirror placed, Gargy?" Scruple asked.

"Be careful with that thing, you imbecile," Gargamel warned. "That magic mirror was given to me as a graduation gift by my godfather Balthazar. I can still use it for whatever nefarious purposes that I have planned in the future. Just set it over by the wall and I will figure out where it will go."

"Oh, okay, Gargy," Scruple said as he carried the mirror over to the wall.

Gargamel was lost in thought as his apprentice continued to move things around. "That little magic compact that I created for Smurfette out of the cutting from that magic mirror...who knows if my treacherous daughter still has it in her possession," he said to himself. "I just need to get some Smurf who will be foolish enough to open the thing so I can control that Smurf and get him to do my bidding. But alas, who among the Smurfs would be stupid enough to open the compact and look into its mirror so I can hypnotize them?"

"What was that you were saying to yourself, Master Gargy?" Scruple asked, overhearing what he was saying to himself.

Gargamel felt irritated that his apprentice would be so nosy as to intrude upon his personal meditations. "Er, uh, nothing, my young pupil," he hastily said, reining in his anger. "Just continue your work and let me ponder what my next plan is going to be." He then went into another room and closed the door behind him.

Scruple sighed. "Looks like I'm never going to get his mind off those Smurfs." - Back in the Smurf Village, Handy was doing a repair job at the grinding mill, to make sure Miller's machine for grinding flour was working perfectly.

"Well, here smurfs," Handy said as soon as he finished with his work. He pulled a lever, and soon they could hear the machine loading up wheat to be processed, ground into flour, and loaded into sacks ready to be shipped to Greedy's kitchen.

"Oh, thank you, Handy," Miller said, gushing with appreciation. "You're a real life smurfer here."

"Just smurfing my job as usual," Handy said, sounding pleased. "I only wish that I could smurf everywhere at once, smurfing care of everyone's needs."

"If we still had the telesmurf, we could have contacted you at once," Miller said. "That would save a lot of unnecessary trips just to get you to smurf by."

"I know the feeling, Miller," Handy said. "I'm still working on a new way that we could contact each other without..."

"Handy Smurf! Handy Smurf!" a Smurf cried out as he came running toward Handy. "Tidy's having trouble with his automatic laundry smurfer, and now there's water everywhere."

Handy slapped his forehead. "Darn, and I thought I had that thing fixed already," he groaned. "Well, hate to smurf this short, Miller, but I have a job to smurf, and I might as well get there before the smurf hits the fan."

"I understand, Handy," Miller said as he watched Handy pick up his tool box and head out. "Thanks again for fixing my grinding mill."

To be expanded on.