Dangers of Smurfberrywine

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Smurfette, bless her cotton socks, wasnt understood for her intellect. Her beauty, nevertheless, was legendary; a veritable Smurfian supermodel. This, unfortunately, was balanced out by a curious lack of sound judgment, a trait clearly demonstrated by her present predicament. She was running, a blur of blue and white, a bottle identified with a rather alarming "XXX" clutched hugely in her small hand. The components? Let's just state it included a potent concoction of Papa Smurf's experimental love potion and an especially potent batch of fermented Smurfberries-- a combination that had turned Clumsy Smurf briefly invisible and incredibly limber.