He Totally Smurfed Them the Bird

It's story time at the Morton household.  The Dictator and Anarchist have been working busily for a week, creating elaborately illustrated story books on sheets of blank paper that the Bureaucrat brought home from work as a special surprise (this is what children get excited about when you have no money...oh, who am I fooling, this is what children get excited about even when you have money...why do we even buy them toys?).  Both children have chosen to write about--surprise, surprise--Smurfs, and the Dictator is dying to read her story to an audience this very moment (the Anarchist has already run off to stir up anarchy in another part of the house).*  The Dictator, having secured her captive audience (the Bureaucrat and, most likely, his iPhone), pauses, and then opens her book with a dramatic flourish.  She begins reading:

The Smurfs: A Halloween Advnter Story

Pg. 3  A Hollween Advnter

Pg. 15  The Leaves Are Falling Somware On Us

Pg. 20 A Smurfing Thanksgving 

Oh, good Lord!  Over twenty pages of Smurfin' goodness!  Good thing the Bureaucrat is patient...

Papa Smurf encounters a Smurf in ghost get-up, in the
Dictator's riveting tale of depression and decay.

A Hlloween Advntre

One day boffore Hlloween, Papa and brainy were makeing the Smurfs' costumes.  But...Brainy was being too bossy.  That's when Papa left the knitting table.  Brainy was shoked to see him leave the knitting table.

Because no one, but no one, leaves the knitting table except in the case of a dire emergency or government mandate.  Man, this book is getting intense.

Skipping ahead a few pages (in which Papa encounters several Smurfs who--to his great frustration--are prematurely clad in Halloween costumes):

Just then Gargamel found the villige to ruin the Smurfs' Hloween, but...The Smurfs stoped him by pelting him with berries, pies, nuts and frying pans.

Gargamel's really just upset because he has such
awkwardly curved eyebrows.  Poor pumpkin.  It's
hard to be an evil sorcerer these days.

And if this is as violent as the Dictator knows how to be, so much the better for the free world when she comes into a position of world domination.  Just be sure to duck when you see a frying pan with the seal of the Empire flying through the air.

 Gargamel ran all the way to his castle.  The Smurfs cheered.  Then all of them went out trick or traeting.  Then Papa noticed Grouchy did not come.  When Papa opened the door [to trick or treat], Grouchy stuck his middle finger out at him and closed the door.  Papa saw a sign that said "No Trick or Treat Candy."

Well, that makes perfect sense.  If any Smurf isn't going to participate in community activities with the rest of the Smurfs, that Smurf would be Grouchy, after all...wait...WHAT did he do?!  He did WHAT with his middle finger?!!  From what loathsome, awful person/television show did my precious, pure and innocent Dictator learn such a crude gesture?!  That's it, we're throwing away the television, pulling her out of school and becoming one of those unfathomable homeschooling families.  I'll find the patience somewhere (no I won't).

The good news is that I was nowhere present at the first reading of "The Smurfs: A Halloween Advnter."  And I am told, and we'll have to take his word for this, that the Bureaucrat maintained his composure and allowed the oblivious Dictator to finish her epic Halloween saga uninterrupted.  It was only in this way that he would discover, with a shocked Brainy Smurf, that Grouchy was sitting alone in his mushroom consuming last year's Halloween candy while the other Smurfs trick-or-treated until sunrise.

Tragic.

Perhaps more tragic still were the events that followed.  Grouchy, in a fit of expired-candy-induced delirium, staggered into Papa's lab, tried a "bad" spell, and set the entire place on fire.  (With the obvious omission of the requisite implied incest, this is almost becoming Faulknerian).

But no one was around, so he left it alone.  [Meanwhile,] at the last house, they even got 8 Smurfberries.  They loved the costumes.  They even visited Gargamel's castle.  Then Papa saw his own house on fire.  Oh no!  He blamed Grouchy and he got in trouble.  Then Smurfette rang the bell, got he fire hose and got to work.  The end.

So, the moral of the story is, don't leave a depressed and volatile Smurf alone to consume toxic candy when no one is around.  The village will burn, with only the single female of your society to save it from utter destruction.

In the final scenes of "A Halloween Advnter," Papa's
house, a symbol reminiscent of Grouchy's raised middle finger
(yes, I'm going with "finger" here, because I can't even imagine
what else this mushroom might symbolically resemble...) is consumed
by the flames of destruction and purification, providing for Grouchy,
and the Smurf community at large, a redemptive purgation of the darkness and
depression gnawing at the soul of Grouchy, and, it is implied,
the world of all the Smurfs who hide their depression and emptiness
with knitted costumes and smurfberries.

 Depression kills.  So be on the lookout for signs of depression (or "the blues," Get it?  Smurfs?  Blues?  Ah ha ha ha!  Wow.  I hate puns).  Signs might include lack of interest in things the Smurf previously enjoyed (for example, smurfing for smurfberries, smurfing up some costumes at the knitting table, smurfing a happy song), change in sleep and eating patterns, and of course, sudden crude and offensive hand gestures.  Like smurfing the middle finger.  Completely inappropriate, but a sign, perhaps, of deeper problems.

Deeper problems like the problems that plague the little 6-year-old boy--we'll just go ahead and call him Batman Jr., after his Halloween costume--who introduced my angelic daughter to things in which only a drunk Smurf in the throes of depression should dabble.  We found out later that Batman Jr. put up his  middle finger in response to provocation by Super Girl Jr. (and if anyone can provoke such a gesture, it's definitely Super Girl Jr., who the Dictator describes as someone "who has a little trouble remembering to be nice, and also she's too loud") during library class.  According to the Dictator, Batman Jr. "got blamed for that and got in a lot of trouble, because that's not a nice thing to do, even when you're mad."

Well, at least she's aware that it isn't exactly acceptable.  More importantly, she's unaware of exactly what, specifically, the gesture means.  And we'll keep it that way.  At least, we will until one of the bus stop hooligans decides to fill her in.

And once more, homeschooling is starting to look like a more sane option.

Seriously, what the Smurf?!



*The Anarchist's story is a postmodern commentary on the loss of meaning and coherence in our communication.  While it looks, on the surface, like a cross between the crazed etchings of a serial killer and a delightful romp through Smurf Village, there can be no doubt that this format points beyond itself to the uneasiness of Smurf culture in an age where invocation is met with uncertainty, and often, flames.