Turtle Writers Writing Prompt 102

“This is a Smurf’s house. No doubt about it,” said the white-robed man.

“It looks too big to me,” protested the blue-robed man.

“Nope! No matter how you look at it, that’s a Smurf’s house!”

“But look at the bridge. You see? Thus, the house is huge!”

“That’s a Smurf’s bridge, you fool!”

“Then what about the trees?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself!”

“And what about its colour? It’s pale. Not to mention the fog and the dark forest. You won’t say it’s pollution, now, will you?”

“You can’t be that ignorant, my friend! Everybody knows the Smurfs’ village is on the Cursed Land, just next to Mordor!”

“Oh… I see… right!”

And the blue-robed man, left the room. Another blue-robed man hurriedly approached him.

“So, what do you think, Alatar?”

“I’m afraid, Palado, Saruman is still nuts. We should give him another electroshock as soon as -”

“Shush! Look who is coming… Well, hello, Doctor!”

“Good evening, Mr Pal, Mr Alam. How are we, today?”

“Pretty well, Doctor. How about you?”

“I see you are wearing these robes, again -”

“They are cloaks!”

“Robes, Mr Alam. They are robes. Plain robes! And, as I was saying, I hope you are not planing to electrocute poor Mr Saran again. Are you, now?”

“No! Of course, not!”

“Good! But I’d feel much better if you’d go back to your rooms.” And the man left.

“Poor fellow,” said the one he called Alam. “He thinks he is The Doctor!”