Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for April 12, 2009

Ghost Smurfs? Bite you tongue! I’d rather get pecked to death by ducks than to even consider the thought of ghost Smurfs.

I didn’t even know cartoons were capable of truly dying.

They’re a manifestation of materialism. Schleich markets them, along with angel, devil, and monster Smurfs.

I categorically reject the entire concept that, somehow, smurfiness can transcend death! Once you stomp on them, they are gone forever (except for that blue goo, but that eventually wears off).

If I think there are, they are, I think ;>

Gargomel went riding out, one cold and wintry day. Upon a ridge he rested, as he went along his way. When all at once a mighty gang Of blue skinned smurfs he saw A plowin through the misty woods And through the morning fog

Yippee-yi-ya, yippee-yi-yo, Ghost smurfs in the fog. — With apologies to Stan Jones

I just can’t help it. Today’s comic just makes me feel a little blue. But, then again I like blue humor.

DON’T STOMP THE SMURFS! Unless, of course, you’re wearing blue Nikes, ‘cause they’re made of Smurfs.

The preferred method of disposing of Smurfs is, of course, burning, although high explosives can help.

Sic, semper smurfannis!

Thanks lilian!

Dypak: That was beautiful, sniff.

Stop! Yer makin’ muh hedd hurt.

This comic haunts me everynight. Please stop.