Lalalalala.....Lalalalala.....
          Oops! Forget that we still need to introduce you to
          the rest of the Smurfs. Got too carried away with
             the Smurfy music.
 
                         
 
                   
 
                Ok. Let me introduce me Smurfette to you now.
                I was originally created by Gargamel to stir up trouble
              in the village. But Papa Smurf’s magic turned me into
           the charming little Smurf that everyone adores.
 
 
                        
 
               
 
               Now it's my turn. I'm Vanity Smurf. As you can  see
                 from the name, I am very vain. Mirror in hand, and with a
                flower in my bonnet, are the features of me. I loves talking
              fashion with Smurfette.
 
 
                         
 
                      
 
                "Wanna taste this freshly baked cake."
                 This is Cook Smurf. You can’t miss him with his tall white hat
              and apron. And his house is always the source of the
               delicious smell of hot bread, muffins, pies and sweets.
 
 
                         
 
               
 
              "Yummy!"
                  This is Greedy Smurf. Eat, eat, eat. Everything is tasty to him.
                 But what he really prefers are the goodies he often
              steals from Cook Smurf. His motto: “One should live
              to smurf, and not smurf to live”. Look at the piece of
              cake in his hand, must be the cake that Cook Smurf
                 just baked.
 
 
                         
              
 
                 This is Harmony Smurf. Harmony has the soul of a great
                musician, but not the talent. He plays in the philharmonic
               smurfestra. But the only sounds that come from
              his cornet are Kwaaak and Pweeet. Smurfs who
            want to nap need a stock of earplugs.
 
 
                         
 
               
 
                  This is Poet Smurf. With a quill in one hand and a
                   parchment in the other, Poet spends his days scribbling
              prose, quatrains and essays.
 
 
 
                             
                           
                          
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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