"Stupid lamp," Jon muttered as he picked up the genie's lamp again.
"Wait a minute," Jon said to himself, "the lamp! I bet I can persuade one of these moronic boy smurfs to use the genie's wishes for me. I could get them to make me normal and send me home. Or anywhere really, anywhere is better than this. I don't like the idea of being a rural prostitute for the next two days."
His mind made up, Jon rushed back to the door as fast as he could. He fell on his cushioned butt, thanks to his impractical shoes. The left heel had snapped clean off. Cursing, he threw off his shoes and clambered back to his feet.
Jon pushing the door wide open, but Studly Smurf was already out of sight.
"Coo-ey, Studly Smurf! I was just kidding earlier, I'm sorry," Jon called out. After some hesitation, he added, "I'm ready for that smurfing now! Come and... smurf me, good and hard!"
Almost immediately, Jon was greeted by...
