Smurfskip 2 (Or: How Jokey Smurf Invented Parkour, Again)

Chapter 1: [01:15]

Loop 1

Jokey is running. He does that a lot. Not every Smurf likes his pranks, after all. And not-Smurfs? Yeah, they tend to like them even less...

"C'mon, it was jus' a joke!" he protests, looking behind his shoulder at the pursuing fox. He bursts into giggles when he again sees its unnaturally bright green fur. "Doncha hava sense o' humor?"

The fox growls, speeding up. Jokey yelps, trying and failing to go faster. He likes to think of himself as rather quick, one of the fastest Smurfs in the village even, but that doesn't really mean much when compared to a fox. Especially since he's already been running for close to an hour, and can feel himself tiring out.

Jokey isn't afraid, though. Things always work out for him in the end, it's been that way for nearly three centuries now, so why should this time be any different? Ha, in fact, he bets he'd be perfectly fine even if he turned around right now and danced on the fox's nose! Yeah, he has nothing to worry about, the universe is just adding a little flavor to his life.

"Stupid universe," he giggles, making a sharp right turn between some trees, heading towards the safety of Blossom, "doncha know th' joke's always funnier when it's not... on me?"

He freezes, blinking wide eyes at the clearing that should have had his home village snuggled safely within it, filled with guards much stronger than him and more than capable of dealing with a fox. Instead, he finds himself facing a large stone cliff, covered in glowing, twisting runes he doesn't recognize.

Before he can decide what to do next, he feels hot breath on the back of his neck. He twists around with a gasp, realizing that the fox is much too close to his face. He backs away, looking around wildly for an escape, but there isn't one; jagged rocks block him on two sides, the cliff is behind him, and he's being cornered by the fox in front.

"N-nice doggy-thing..." Jokey chuckles nervously, his retreat halted by cold stone pressing into his back. Surely somesmurf is going to come and rescue him now, right?

The fox inches closer, its golden eyes flashing, its teeth bared in a menacing snarl. Jokey gulps, pressing himself into the cliff, making himself as small as possible. He tells himself it's fine, because it's always fine — somesmurf will come, a falling boulder will hit the fox, any minute now something will get him out of this!

...right?