Once upon a time, a very long time ago, the killer smurfs ruled the earth. The killer smurfs had the height of three apple trees and lived in extremely large fungi. The land of the killer smurfs was a prosperous one and their reign was long and powerful. With the coming of men the smurfs prepared for war. The smurfs looked forward to a good fight, after all, it was millennia ago when they killed the last dinosaur in the most brutal way they could conceive. Although they were a little rusty, it didn't take all that long before mankind was also facing extinction. One of but a few men left to fight the evil smurfs was the incredibly moronic wizard called Gargamel.

Gargamel had occupied an ancient fortress from where he plotted his cunning plans against the smurfs. The smurfs tried to take his castle many times, but Gargamel always managed to survive somehow. Gargamel was very busy trying to create some sort of natural enemy for the smurfs, for they had none. He came up with a creature with sharp claws and big pointy teeth: a cat called Azrael. After testing Azrael he soon discovered a slight flaw in the design: The smurfs were much much bigger than Azrael and weren't scared of Azrael at all. Adapt, adopt, improve, Gargamel thought. He then discovered he hadn't the power to create a more powerful creature. This caused him great distress, since the smurfs were growing more powerful by the day and soon would be able to take his castle.

Since he had reached the limits of wickedness he could create by making Azrael, he decided to approach the problem from a different angle. If he could weaken the smurfs themselves, they might not prove a match for Azrael anymore. So he started work on a wide variety of toxic concoctions with the sole purpose of reducing smurf supremacy. One specific potion that should have made the smurfs' skin rot away caused it to turn blue instead. Although this wasn't the desired effect, it did cause the smurfs to stay away from Gargamel's castle. This in turn enabled the remainder of mankind to establish a safe colony in the vicinity of Gargamel. This way there was peace for many generations. But the smurfs wanted revenge and started raiding the colony of men. They would surely have been destroyed if Gargamel hadn't taken action at that time. He had developed a magic brew that would divide smurf size by three. He had made a slight miscalculation and the Smurfs were divided by tree in stead of three. They were now only three apples in height.

Gargamel was now the most powerful man in the world and he took advantage of this by oppressing both smurfs and men. Attempts of men to make allies among the smurfs failed horribly, because the smurfs killed men on sight, thinking they were in league with Gargamel. The future for men now looked darker than ever. Most men were under Gargamel's control and many were slaughtered in great battles between men and smurfs. Meanwhile men had developed all kinds of stunning machines, but none of them seemed adequate against the smurfs or Gargamel for that matter. It wasn't until the development of the cartoon that the balance shifted in favour of men. With the ingenious invention of the camera, they were able to capture both Gargamel and the smurfs on film and turn them into cartoons. Gargamel and the smurfs, being trapped in the cartoons now no longer posed a threat to mankind. The ages went by and men lived happily ever after, conveniently forgetting the true story behind the smurf cartoons.