Gargamel: We know all your pranks, Jokey Smurf, and for each one, we've prepared an agonizing, and ironic, punishment. Boys?
[Azrael and Scruple start playing music]
Jokey: Aw, smurf, singing. Mind if I give you a present to smurfen things up a bit?
Gargamel: Exploding items are evil, you won't miss 'em,
We'll find ways to simulate that smell,
What a sorry Smurf, packaged up and crooked like a dead bird, here on level one of Gargamel's!
Gargamel: Honking's wrong and so is buzzers. So is releasing whoopee cushions,
Let's let lady luck decide, what type of torture's justified.
I'm pit boss here on level two!
[He spins a wheel that Jokey is strapped to. The wheel decides to deep-fry Jokey.]
Gargamel: [speaking]: Ooh! Deep-fried Smurf!
[CUT TO... Jokey is being dipped in what looks like boiling oil, the song has started up again]
Jokey: [singing] Just tell me why!
Gargamel: [singing] Please read this 55-page warrant.