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The brand new Smurfy Times is here with the latest breaking news.

Be the first to know.

I'll have one reporter I want to see the news.

That's the spirit.

A curious mind is a healthy mind.

- Papa Smurf is away on vacation.

That's not news.

Reporter I heard it yesterday.

- Oh, come back.

We have new articles by Poet and Jokey.

Me. I don't like articles by Poet and Jokey.

Hey, Brainy, have you read my new article about Papa Smurf?

No.

Read my new poems from last night.

That's certain to give you delight.

- I'll take one.

- Want to hear the latest news?

- Not interested.

- You want to smurf the paper?

- I have other things to smurf.

- The news.

- Oh, thanks, buddy. I was just out of paper.

- I'll smurf one.

- Really?

- Cool. It's filled with awesome illustrations by painter...

- Oh, I don't care about any of that.

I just needed to smurf my mirror.

- Oh.

- It is such a bore.

No one smurfs the paper anymore.

- I really thought this revamped edition would work.

Friends, I'm afraid this was our last edition.

- Oh, it's hopeless.

How can we get Smurfs to read when nothing's ever news in this

village?

- Well, I still find a way to create something every day.

- Create something?

That's genius. We can just smurf a story.

Something big. Something spectacular.

Something that sells.

- You know, that's fake news.

Reporter will catch on to your ruse.

- Just think we could write about stones.

Mm hmm.

A giant who...

Only wakes up after sunset to eat.

To eat.

Smurfs, a stone giant that wakes up at night to eat smurfs.

Now, that's a story.

- Absolutely not.

No way. Don't you dare do that.

Okay. Don't do it.

- I won't.

- Okay.

Exclusive news from the Smurf Gazette!

Extra! Extra!

The village is in danger.

- What?

- What danger?

- Is there one left for me?

- Don't worry. There's plenty of them.

Mm hm.

Hey, wait. What? Papa Smurf away.

I'm clearly second in command, so I should be first in line.

All right. - A stone giant?

- Bigger than ogres?

- And they eat smurfs like peanuts ?

Oh, I need to hide.

- How come we've never smurfed them before?

- Because they wake up every 500 years.

Here's the last one for you.

Oh, hey, Poet.

What's up?

- You actually wrote it and you signed it, Poet.

- Well, duh. If I put my name on it, then they'd think it was just

another joke.

- It is.

I'm going to tell Reporter.

Oh, hey, poet.

Interesting article.

Hmm. Uh, I just love your poems.

Uh, you've always been so good at rhymes.

Hey.

- You were saying?

- If it helps sell the paper, we can always worry about it later.

- You two in my office now!

How dare you guys go to press without asking me first?

- We just thought the story couldn't wait.

- Well, you put my reputation on the line.

This story better be true.

Who are your sources?

- Sources?

That's confidential.

But they have excellent credentials.

- I respect that.

- But who is it?

- We can't tell you.

- But we can show you.

- Huh?

- But it's too late now, so we'll smurf you tomorrow.

- All right. This better be good.

See you tomorrow.

- That reporter is irate.

Let's scram before it's too late.

- Relax. I have an idea.

It'll be fine.

- What are those two smurfs up to?

- Oh,

- This is terrible.

It's simply unbearable.

Huh? The digging?

- The fibbing.

- Well, it's too late now.

We got to smurf this story through, huh?

- He who smurfs last smurfs longest.

- I assure you, Reporter.

You've never seen anything like this in your whole life.

It's going to be the scoop of the century.

Not so fast.

A self nominated second in command.

I should come with you.

Right?

Well, if you insist, you can go first.

Mm hm.

Oh!

Look. Reporter, here's your proof.

- Holy smurfs.

Is that what I think it is?

- Absolutely.

It's a giant's footprint.

A stone giant?

You mean the one from the paper?

Let me smurf a closer look.

- According to our sources, the giant was just smurfing through.

He's gone now.

So case closed.

Let's all go home.

- Wait. See this?

He must turn into stone during the day.

And when the sun sets, he wakes up to eat us.

So these stones are the giant's babies?

No, I heard they ate the smartest first.

Smartest, first?

Jokey. Your sources were right.

This footprint is recent.

Oh, no. He's headed straight for the village.

We've got to warn the others.

- I think we need more evidence before we scare the residents.

- Yeah. Besides, if the giant was still around, we'd noticed.

- Quick. To the Village.

- I think we'd better confess and get ourselves out of this horrible

mess, huh?

- Brainey, there's something you should know.

- Don't worry, boy. It's gonna be fun.

(Screaming)

Aggghhhh!

Aggghhhh!

- Hurry up. Hurry up.

- Me. I don't like panicking.

What are you, smurfing?

- If I'm going to be eaten, I want to at least taste good.

- Well, that makes sense.

Smurf me next.

And don't hold back on the salt.

- Listen to me, Smurfs.

There's something I need to reveal.

The stone Giant...

He's not real!

- Oh, nice try, poet.

But we don't believe you.

- Yeah, it was in the news, so it's got to be true.

That's it, everyone. Evacuate the village.

We can hide in the forest.

Brainy and Baby first!

But, folks, it was a hoax.

Ha ha ha.

All this joking is made me hungry.

- I've lost my appetite.

What we did was not right.

- We helped save the paper, didn't we?

Besides, once they realize there's no giant, they'll just think

reporter made a mistake and then come back.

- Oh, I hope so.

- Relax. Why don't you?

- Believe me. I'd like to calm down, but I'm getting the creeps

from this empty town.

- Oh. Yeah, It is kind of creepy.

- What's that noise?

Giant!!!

- Calm down, Scaredy.

It was probably just your shadow.

- It's the Stone Giant.

And he's coming!

(Roar)

The giant is for real?

- So that story was true. What are we going to do?

- I guess it's time to stand up and fight it.

- Thank you for your service.

- Huh?

(Roar)

Scaredy.

- We can't all hide here.

The Giant is gonna smell us.

Smurfs us up whole!

No, no, no, no. Please don't smurf us...

(Crunchy bite)

Oh, no. Scaredy.

- We're surrounded.

- So this is how it ends, sir?

Not with a bang, but with a whimper.

- It smells like smurfs in this well!

- Into the giant's mouth we go, my dear Jokey.

I'll miss you, sir.

- Ha ha ha.

Reporter?

- You guys just splashed on tomorrow's front page.

- Oh, Scaredy, you're alive.

Oh, wait a second.

What's going on?

- Come on out. We'll tell you.

- What. Everybody's here?

- Hehehehe.

- You made all of this up.

- Perfect acting, don't you think?

When we figured out you fabricated this fake story, we decided to

smurf you a little lesson, right?

See, fake news always gets you in trouble.

- But what about the roars?

- Well, 97 Smurfs can make a lot of noise.

(Strong roar)

What about all the stomping that's got my heart pumping?

- Oh.

- And that's why you shouldn't lie.

- Well, I'm sorry.

We just wanted to help sell newspapers.

That's all.

- I know.

But it's important to only print news that is fit to print.

Which reminds me, this is tomorrow's edition.

Painter really did a great job, don't you think?

- I wasn't that scared.

But, hey, whatever helps sell the news.

Sound the alarm!

Did you read the newspaper?

Uh, Papa Smurf.

I can explain everything.

A stone giant.

Everybody run to the forest!

We're all gonna get smurfed.

(Laughing)