Oh, I'm Papa Smurf. I'm the head of the small group of blue people. And live in the forest with 99 sons and one daughter. Nothing weird about that, no no. Totally normal.
But all of that is about to change!
Azrael, that's your queue! To pounce on the miserable, beast. Not some kind of a rage induced feline fiend. Good, more! Hey, but don't go crazy. These are the only puppets I have.
I am not obsessed with Smurfs, thank you.
Because I need them.
It's only by capturing the little ratchets and extracting the happy blue essence, that my magic will finally become... invincible!
Hahahaha!
Yeah, but you're milking it. Don't milk it.