“Eeny, meeny, miny, moe Catch a tiger by the toe If he hollers let him go,

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.”

As the baby smurf finished the rhyme, Papa Smurf smiled. This was the life! Smurfs all around the pool, attending to his needs, his trusty machete by his side. But it was missing something. It was missing… AHHH , IT SUCKED ! IT FREAKING SUCKED ! Papa Smurf lay down and cried. He took a sip from his lemonade and stopped crying instantly.

“SHUZZLEBUCKET!” the Smurf swore. It had happened again. Papa had not been drinking his medication-laced lemonade, so it had kicked in. Just as Papa was relaxing, he saw a studdering figure in the distance. It was The Creep coming for the Syndicate’s protection money. He signaled to the smurf nearest The Creep to lead him away. Papa watched as the Creep resisted and was torn apart by the hungry smurf.He smiled and relaxed again. Ahhh, this was the life!