I'll Let You Slide This Time

Dear Jokey Smurf,

Now, now Jokey Smurf, you know very well that it isn’t polite to hack onto someone else’s blog and rise amuck. I had a talk with Papa Smurf and he says you have gotten out of control lately with your pranks. He quite frankly put in so many words, “Jokey is being a royal pain the smurf, and I am sick of him and his pranks!” I realize that Papa Smurf must be under a lot of stress with all of the complaints and that are coming from the others Smurfs about your concoctions of gift-wrapped boxes that explode in their faces.

Just the other day you sent a package to Smurfett with a note saying: “To Smurfett. From your Smurfiest Secret Admirer.” Smurfett was flattered to have gotten such a present that when she opened it instead of getting a lovely gift she received an exploding one. Heartbroken, distraught and after having it up to here with the endless stream of jokes you do, she complained once again to Papa Smurf.

All of the Smurfs are in uproar about your wild behavior and demands that Papa Smurf needs do something about this soon. Probably the only smurf that doesn't care is Slouchy Smurf and he's not even sticking up for you. Unfortunately, I had no idea you were this out of control so when I saw Papa Smurf’s livid reaction, I was shocked. He threatened to send you straight to Gargamel. Brainy thought Papa Smurf's idea was a wonderful one and was coming up with a list of ideas to get you into the arms of Gargamel.

After talking with Papa Smurf and helping him realize that giving you to Gargamel was a little too harsh of punishment (because let’s face it you keep the other Smurf’s on their toes). He decided that a warning this time will be suitable. But the next time you get out of control he won’t be so generous. So if I were you I would lie low for a bit, until everyone has time to cool down. So ye are warned. Don’t mess with me or you’ll get it.

Sincerely,

Wiggle