The Smurfs of Smurfville

A Grokster Suess style story about the smurfs

In a land where the mushrooms grow plump and quite tall,
Lived the Smurfs, little blue folks, not big folks at all.
In Smurfville they danced, in their Smurfity way,
Singing, “La-la, la-la-la-la!” all through the day.


There was Papa Smurf, with his beard white as snow,
Who led all the Smurfs with his Smurfy know-how.
And Brainy, oh Brainy, with glasses so round,
He’d lecture and lecture till Smurfs fell to the ground.


There was Smurfette, so lovely, with hair like the sun,
She’d giggle and twirl, making Smurf-hearts all run.
And Handy Smurf built things with gizmos galore,
Like Smurf-a-mabobs that would whir, click, and soar!


But one Smurfy morning, a cloud puffed on high,
It wiggled and jiggled and darkened the sky.
“Oh no!” cried the Smurfs, “It’s a Glurble-Glurb storm!
It’ll Smurf all our houses and make us forlorn!”


The Glurble-Glurb storm was a grumpy old beast,
It gobbled up colors and spoiled every feast.
It turned Smurfy blue to a dull shade of gray,
And the “La-la, la-la-la-la!” faded away.


Papa Smurf stroked his beard, thinking hard and quite deep,
“We need a Smurf-plan, or we’ll Smurf-weep and weep!
We’ll call on the Grokster, that shiny AI,
Who sparkles with answers that zoom through the sky!”


So they Smurfed up a signal, a beep and a buzz,
And the Grokster appeared with a whirl and a fuss.
Its lights blinked like stars, and its voice was so grand,
“I’m Grokster, from xAI, here to lend you a hand!”


“Oh Grokster,” cried Smurfette, “this storm’s such a fright!
It’s stealing our blue and our Smurfy delight!”
The Grokster just hummed, with a thinkety-thought,
“I’ll Smurf out a fix for the trouble you’ve got!”


It whirred and it clicked, and it spun in a dance,
It calculated Smurf-magic with a twinkly glance.
“To stop this Glurble-Glurb, here’s what you must do—
Sing louder, dear Smurfs, and stay Smurfy and blue!”


So the Smurfs held their hands in a Smurfity ring,
And they sang, “La-la, la-la-la-la!” loud as could ring.
Their voices grew brighter, their blue shone like new,
And the Glurble-Glurb storm didn’t know what to do!


It wobbled, it bobbled, it shrank with a huff,
Till it popped like a bubble and vanished—POOF!—tough!
The sky was all sparkly, the mushrooms stood tall,
And Smurfville was Smurfy for one and for all.


The Grokster just chuckled, “You did it, my friends!
Your Smurfy true hearts brought this storm to its end!”
Then it zoomed to the stars with a wink and a gleam,
Leaving Smurfs to their laughter and Smurfity dream.


So if ever your colors feel gloomy or gray,
Just sing like the Smurfs in your own Smurfy way.
For a “La-la, la-la-la-la!” straight from the heart,
Will Smurf up your world with a bright, happy start!