Empath watched as Trader paced around inside his house. He
could sense that Trader was deep in thought over this idea that
has captured his attention.
"Let's see...how do I introsmurf money into our village,"
Trader said to himself. "First of all, I need to convince the
other Smurfs that it's a smurfy thing to do...second, I need to
smurf them how it works...but most of all, I need a program,
something that I can smurf them..." Then suddenly came an idea.
"Currency! I will smurf up the currency! After all, how can they
trade if they don't have anything to trade with?"
He ran out of his house and headed straight for Painter's
studio. He knew his artistic skills would come in handy for this
part of the plan.
"Can you smurf me up a sketch of Papa Smurf's face inside the
smurf of a circle?" Trader asked.
"Mon ami, it will be done," Painter said. Trader watched as
Painter got out his drawing tools, first creating a large enough
circle on a sheet of paper with a compass, and then within the
circle he drew a realistic image of Papa Smurf's head.
"That's just what I need," Trader said as he inspected the
"Say, what do you plan to do with the image?" Painter asked as
he handed the completed work to Trader.
"It's a surprise, Painter," Trader said. "You'll smurf it when
Empath followed Trader as he now headed for Sculptor's studio.
He was busy working on a statue when Trader asked him to do an
"You want me to engrave what?" Sculptor asked, sounding
"A small circular mold no bigger than your thumb, and the
thickness smurfing half the size of a fingernail," Trader
described. "And the mold will contain this image smurfing
inside." He then showed Sculptor the sketch Painter had made.
Sculptor looked at it, briefly pondering. "Well, Trader, I can
start smurfing on it right after I smurf the finishing touches
of my Discus Throw Smurf statue," he said, turning his attention
toward his current project.
"NO! THIS IS IMPORTANT!" Trader shouted, as if he was eager to
get it done now.
Then came the sound of the dinner bell. "Ah! Meal time!"
Sculptor said as he dropped his tools and headed for the dining
commons. Trader followed, less interested in food and more
interested in seeing his project completed.
Empath watched as Trader had to endure sitting through an
entire meal being served by Greedy, waiting for Sculptor to
finish eating. It was apparent that Sculptor did not like being
rushed through a meal.
"Hey, Trader, you sure I couldn't interest you in smurfing
around for a bowl of this smurf?" Greedy asked, ready to give
Trader a serving. "There's plenty enough for everyone to smurf!"
"No, thank you, Greedy," Trader said. "I don't have the time,
and neither does he!"
Sculptor ignored Trader and asked for a second serving, which
Greedy gave him. All Trader could do is sit and sulk as he
waited for Sculptor to finish.
"Aaaah, that was a good meal," Sculptor said as he got up from
the table after the meal and stretched his arms. "Now it's time
to smurf it off with a nice little nap!"
"A nap?" Trader said as he and Sculptor left the dining
commons. "Are you kidding? We need to start smurfing this now!"
Finally, with a bit more cajoling from Trader, Sculptor decided
it was time to give his friend what he wanted. "So when will
this be ready?" Trader asked as Sculptor sat at his desk ready
to start his work.
"I do not know," Sculptor answered. "Smurf back here tomorrow."
After Trader left Sculptor's studio, he went walking around the
village thinking. "Now what I need is a metal that is very
valuable and that can be used for smurfing the currency," he
pondered. He remembered what he saw during Oliver's walk through
the marketplace. "Humans have the most beautiful things in
gold...of gold? Where will I smurf such stuff around here?" Then
it came to him. "Miner Smurf! I bet he knows where I can smurf
Trader headed off into the mines where he could hear his fellow
Smurf busy at work, singing the Smurf song. He went inside the
mine to talk to him.
"Ah, Trader Smurf, what can I smurf you for?" he politely
"How's it going smurfing in the mines, Miner?" Trader asked.
"Just look at this beautiful vein of flint that I have
smurfed," Miner said, holding up a piece. "Mason Smurf will be
"That's good," Trader said. "And what about gold? Have you
smurfed any of that in your mines?"
"Gold? That worthless yellow smurf?" Miner said, sounding
rather disgusted. "Take a smurf of the pile behind you." Trader
looked and saw a big pile of gold rocks. "I smurfed a lot of
that in the mines, and I just don't know what to smurf with it."
Trader looked excited, as if this was an unexpected miracle.
"So you don't mind if I smurf myself to this pile?" he asked
"Oh no," Miner said, sounding pleased. "Smurf as much as you
need. In fact, smurf the whole pile. You'd be smurfing me a
great favor by removing it."
"Great," Trader said. "Just let me smurf a wheelbarrow."
Miner handed him a wheelbarrow and a shovel. "Mind if I ask
what you intend to be smurfing with all that gold, Trader?"
"It's a surprise, Miner," Trader answered as he started to load
the gold onto the wheelbarrow. He could see that he will need to
make more trips in order to get all the gold out of the mines,
but at least he got the metal. Now he needed to make one more
He headed over to Handy's workshop with the wheelbarrow full of
gold and explained to his fellow Smurf what he needed. "Are you
able to smurf this gold into a mold that I will have finished by
tomorrow?" Trader asked.
"Of course I am able, Trader," Handy said, sounding
disinterested. "With me, anything is possible."
"And please don't ask me what I'm going to smurf with this,"
Trader said. "As I smurfed the others, IT'S A SURPRISE!"
Handy looked like he just got kicked in the tail. "But I wasn't
going to ask you!"
"All through the night, I just couldn't sleep, Empath," Trader
said as his current self stepped into the memory. "I kept
smurfing how the village would be with everybody so happy that
they could experience trading like I do, except that now it
would be with money. I didn't think that anything awful would
ever smurf from this."
And as Empath continued to watch, on the next day Trader went
to Sculptor's studio and got what he wanted: the completed mold.
Sculptor was happy to see that Trader was satisfied with the
result. He then took the mold to Handy's workshop, where he
started work on melting the gold and pouring it into the mold.
"Steady as it smurfs, Handy," Trader warned. "This is the first
coin we're smurfing."
And after a while, when the gold was hardened, Handy pried the
coin loose from the mold. "Bingo! Smurf off the press!"
Trader picked up the coin and examined it. It was so beautiful
and perfect, he felt like he had to put it into his collection
immediately. "Now we need to smurf hundreds more of these," he
And so over the course of the day, Handy and Trader went to
work with making the gold coins, with Handy pouring the gold
into the mold, and Trader inspecting each finished coin. Trader
wanted everything to be so perfect, he refused to let any of the
gold go to waste, even when Handy found a defect coin that he
was going to chuck into the scrap pile.
Finally, near the end of the day, Trader had bags full of a few
thousand coins all ready to be carted out in a wheelbarrow.
"Thanks a million, Handy," Trader said as he was ready to leave
Handy's workshop. "You sure there isn't a coin smurfing around
in a corner somewhere?"
"No, Trader, I made sure that every single coin is in there,"
Handy said, sounding as if he wanted to be rid of Trader. "I
hope you know what you're smurfing with all this!"
"I already told you, Handy..." Trader began to say.
"'It's a surprise!'" Handy finished. "I just hope it's worth
the effort!" He watched as Trader carted out the bags of coins
from the workshop, and then he went back inside to do some work
of his own, seeing that Lazy needed his alarm clock to be fixed.
During the night, Empath watched Trader do some preparation
work for what he was about to show his fellow Smurfs when he was
interrupted by a knock on the door. It was Nosey and Chatty.
"Hello," Nosey said. "We were just wondering about the gold
coins you and Handy were smurfing today."
"So what do you plan to smurf with them?" Chatty asked.
"YOU'LL SMURF WHAT IT IS TOMORROW!" Trader shouted, shooing the
two inquisitive Smurfs away. "IT'S A SURPRISE!"
Empath watched as the following day, Harmony had summoned
everyone in the village to gather around for an announcement.
"My fellow Smurfs, tonight there will be a conference being
smurfed at the Smurf Theater," he stated, reading from the sheet
handed to him. "The theme will be 'It's A Surprise'. Make sure
you smurf the whole village to attend this event. Admission is
"Free admission?" one Smurf asked. "What's a 'free admission'?"
"Will there be smurf at this conference?" another Smurf asked.
"A surprise?" Jokey asked. "What could be more smurfy than my
"And who's smurfing this conference?" a fourth Smurf asked.
"I'm sorry, my fellow Smurfs," Harmony said. "That is all the
information I have to smurf you." He then walked away.
By evening, Empath saw that pretty much the entire village,
with the exception of Papa Smurf, was gathered around the Smurf
Theater, curious to know what this conference was all about. All
they knew about was that it was a surprise.
Then finally Trader came onto the stage, standing behind a
table. "I wonder what he's smurfing up to," Smurfette said to
"May I have your attention, please," Trader said in a loud
enough voice for every Smurf to hear. Soon all the talking from
the audience had quieted down. "First of all, my fellow Smurfs,
I would like to thank you all for smurfing here tonight. The
reason I have smurfed you here is that I have something
important to show you, something that will change Smurf society
forever..." He then showed them a gold coin. "MONEY!"
"Hey, your money is all gold!" one Smurf said as he stood up
from among the audience.
"Of course it's gold," Trader said. "But it's not gold that
smurfs in the form of metal! It's gold that smurfs in the form
of currency! Do any of you Smurfs get what I'm smurfing?"
"NO!" they all said together.
"Then let me explain," Trader said. "On the day that I went to
Homnibus to smurf the remedy for Papa Smurf, I smurfed with his
servant Oliver into the local human village. There I smurfed
that everything that humans do is with money...that is, with
coins!" He then poured a small pile of gold coins from a bag
onto the table. "And with coins like these, I assure you that
you'll smurf hundreds of these. That's the surprise!"
"But what do we smurf with these coins?" another Smurf asked.
"You use them to smurf the things that you need and want,"
Trader answered. "All of us have things that we need and want,
and to smurf what we want, we must smurf something of equal
value. As with humans, Farmer Smurf smurfs the fields with wheat
and grows it, Miller Smurf harvests the wheat and smurfs it into
flour, and Greedy and Biscotti Smurf smurf the flour into dough
so they can smurf a crust. Do any of you get what I'm smurfing
"I'm not sure I understand any of it, Trader," a third Smurf
said. "But if the others are willing to agree to smurfing this,
I'll agree to it as well."
"Me too," the Smurf sitting next to him said. And several other
Smurfs were starting to voice their agreement.
"Just one minute, Trader," Brainy said, standing up to address
him. "You can't smurf any of this into practice until you have
the advice and permission of Papa Smurf. Only he can smurf the
decision of whether we should smurf money or not."
"Look, Brainy," Hefty said. "Papa Smurf is very sick, and for
once we're smurfing by without him. Why not let us smurf this
money system a try?"
"Absosmurfly not," Brainy said. "For as Papa Smurf once said,
one voice cannot..."
At that, Brainy found himself flung to the village limits.
"It's hard to smurf up for your principles when you have to
smurf up with this," he groaned.
"So what are you smurfing, Finance Smurf?" one of the Smurfs
asked. "That we can smurf like this right now?"
"Finance Smurf?" Trader said as he pondered on what he was now
called. "Hey, why not?" He decided that he was going to go by
this name now. "So how about it, my fellow Smurfs? Are you all
willing to give this new money system a smurf?"
All the gathered Smurfs started saying "YEA!" one by one. All
except for Brainy, who was the only one who said, "Nay," before
he was silenced again.
"Good," Trader said, pleased that the entire village is
approving the idea. "Then follow me and I will smurf you your
share of the coins."
They all followed Trader as he led them to a table near the
stage where there was a book and bags of coins. The Smurfs lined
up as Trader gave them each a bag.
"Just smurf your name in the register there, which will be your
receipt," he directed them after they have received their bag.
"How much will each of us receive?" one of the Smurfs asked.
"You will receive 100 coins with each bag," Trader answered.
"Of course, I am a double-portion Smurf!"
"You? Double portion?" another Smurf said.
"Why you, of all Smurfs, should receive double, Finance Smurf?"
a third Smurf asked.
"Why?" Trader answered. "Because I have been fair. I am the one
who smurfed all the gold coins, and it was I who smurfed this
whole system into place. You think I shouldn't be smurfed double
The Smurfs who asked him about it pondered. "Well, when you
smurf it that way..."
"He's right, after all!"
And so the Smurfs left the conference with their bags of money,
asking each other what they intend to do with it. Meanwhile,
Trader headed home with his bags of money and the register in
hand, pleased with the result.
"And so 'Operation: Money' has been smurfed into motion," he
said to himself. "Let's just hope that it smurfs."