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Empath followed Trader as he arrived at Homnibus' hovel. He was greeted by his teenage servant Oliver, who was befuddled and confused by what Trader was trying to tell him because he couldn't understand Smurf. Nonetheless, he called for Homnibus, who allowed the young Smurf to enter.

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"This is the formula that Papa Smurf was working on, Homnibus," Trader said, showing him the piece of paper. "When I had left the village, he was still unconscious."

"Very well, then, let's take a look," Homnibus said as he took the piece of paper and examined the writing with a pair of special reading glasses. Then he noticed something that gave him a bit of a shock. "SULFUR? He was using sulfur in his experiment? What an unfortunate mistake!" He then turned to the young Smurf. "Did you notice a thick yellow smoke after the explosion?"

"Yeah," Trader said. "It was making us smurf really bad, and it smurfs the eyes."

"I see," Homnibus said, understanding what Trader was saying. "It's not too serious, but we shouldn't delay! I will make up a remedy for him." He then went into his laboratory to find the ingredients for the remedy, but with the first bottle he picked up, he realized something. "Oh no! I forgot to extract the linden stipules." He went back out into the main room to hand Oliver the bottle. "I need you to go into town and get me some more linden," he instructed.

"Right away, Master Homnibus," Oliver said, taking the bottle from Homnbius.

"May I smurf along with him, Homnibus?" Trader asked.

Homnibus paused, considering the request. "Well...all right, as long as you are prudent and stay out of sight!"

Trader then hopped inside Oliver's collar. Empath did the same as well, though neither Trader nor Oliver noticed. Oliver went outside to get on his master's donkey, preparing to go into the nearby village.

"Before I forget, Oliver, you will need this," Homnibus said, handing the young servant a coin purse. "This should be more than enough for you to purchase what we need. I will be here in my laboratory preparing the other ingredients while you are gone."

"Thank you, Master Homnibus," Oliver said before he rode off with his passengers.

As they headed toward the village, Trader said, "I don't get it, Oliver. Why is it that you need money to smurf the things that you and Homnibus need?"

"You don't know anything about money?" Oliver asked. "Then how is it that you're able to get the things that you need? You know, like how do you get bread?"

"Well, we just go to Biscotti Smurf, we ask for a loaf, and he smurfs it," Trader said.

"Really? And he doesn't ask for anything in return?" Oliver asked. "That's incredible! You see, with humans, everything we have, everything we need, everything we want requires money. We give something of value to somebody like this coin, and we get something hopefully of equal value in return."

"Oh, so it's like trading," Trader said.

"You'll see when we get into town, my friend," Oliver said. "In fact, we're already here. Hide yourself well."


And soon Trader and Empath find themselves riding through a busy marketplace in a human village as Oliver entered into a street and tied up his master's donkey to a post when they stopped at their destination. "Ah, and here we are!" he said, seeing the sign for the apothecary.

Oliver entered the shop. "Greetings!" the apothecary said. "What may I do for you?"

"My master has need of this," Oliver said, handing the apothecary a list.

"Give me a moment," the apothecary said, looking at the list. "I see, then...I will start work on getting what you need. Come back here in an hour and it should be ready."

"Let's take the opportunity to look around the market while we're here," Oliver said as he stepped out of the shop with Trader and Empath in tow.

They went over to a table where a woman was talking to a merchant. "I would like the freshest fish you have," the woman said to the merchant.

"Here you are, my good lady," the merchant said, handing her a fish. "That will be ten cents."

"Ten cents?" the woman asked, sounding rather displeased. "That's a rather dear price for a fish."

"Well, of course it is," the merchant said as he received her money. "What do you expect? Everything's going up!"

"You see what I mean?" Oliver whispered to Trader. "Here, it takes money for everything." He then took Trader around the village to show him more examples of what humans use money for. "In order to make money, one must work. These humans, for example, are building a house so that they can earn money. And with the money, they can buy things that they need, like food and clothing. Some are rich and can afford to buy expensive and valuable items at the goldsmith. Others are not so lucky. They are poor and have to rely upon the charity of the fortunate so that they can at least be able to buy bread for a meal. There are those who are willing to lend money to those who are in need, but it must be paid back with interest."

"This is just so fascinating, Oliver," Trader said. "This money makes every human into traders. I only wish my fellow Smurfs would know what a joy it is for me when it smurfs to trading." He then saw a merchant selling a sack full of nuts. "Oooh, those nuts are making me hungry! Can you smurf me some?"

"Sure, my friend," Oliver said. He then went over to the merchant and asked to buy a handful of nuts.

"Why, certainly, my good man," the merchant said, reaching into the sack. "That will be three cents for a handful."

"What? Three cents just for a handful of nuts?" Trader shouted. "What a thief!"

"WHAT? ME, A THIEF?" the merchant said, overhearing Trader's comment. Oliver became fearful and Trader ducked inside the servant's collar as the merchant turned his attention on him. "YOU HEAR THAT, YOU FOLKS? THIS PERSON DARES TO CALL ME A THIEF!"

"Well, it's true that you are a thief," a nearby human said. "My wife often says that in your dealings with her!"

The merchant snorted. "If you truly believe everything that the women tell you..."

"What do you have against women, you scoundrel?" a nearby woman said, raising her fist toward the merchant.

Then came shouts of "SWINDLER!", "YOU'RE THE SWINDLER", and a fight soon broke out in the market.

Oliver carefully sneaked away from the commotion. "Let's get to the apothecary and save ourselves!" he told Trader.


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Within the hour Oliver got what he needed from the apothecary and rode quickly back to Homnibus' hovel. He handed the bottle of linden to his master, who immediately went to work on preparing the remedy. Outside the laboratory, Oliver, Trader, and Empath sat and waited.

"I'm sorry for smurfing you into so much trouble with the merchant, Oliver," Trader said.

Oliver sighed. "That's okay. I just hope you have a good understanding of what humans use money for."

"Just to smurf all that trading going on...what I wouldn't give to smurf that happening in our village," Trader said, sounding rather excited.

Then Homnibus emerged from his laboratory with a very small bottle. "Here it is! It's ready!" He handed the bottle to Trader and gave him some instructions. "Do not forget that Papa Smurf must take the medicine three times a day. In about a month, he should be restored to good health. But above all else, he needs to have rest...plenty of rest!"

"Thank you, Homnibus," Trader said. "I hope that we can smurf something in return for you."

"I have all that I will ever need, my young friend," Homnibus said. "I only want Papa Smurf to be well."

Trader said goodbye as he flew off on Feathers heading back to the village. Empath flew along as well, noticing Trader's look of fascination. He seemed eager to tell somebody in the village what he had witnessed.

The Smurfs all gathered around the center of the village as Feathers came in for a landing. "Did you smurf something from Homnibus, laddie?" Duncan asked, sounding eager.

"Yes! I have the medicine!" Trader said, showing them the bottle. He quickly headed for the infirmary where Smurfette was waiting. "You should smurf a few drops of this in hot water!"

"Smurf it to me!" Smurfette said. He grabbed the bottle and boiled some water in a pot, adding two drops of the remedy into it as Trader instructed.

"Homnibus said that Papa Smurf should smurf two drops of this three times a day, and that he should smurf plenty of rest," Trader added as he watched Smurfette.

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She then poured the remedy broth into a bowl and took it to Papa Smurf, who was lying in one of the infirmary beds. "Good news, Papa Smurf," Smurfette announced. "We have smurfed the remedy for your condition." She carefully guided Papa Smurf's head to raise it high enough for her to feed him the broth. "Open your smurf nice and wide! We want to make sure you smurf every last drop!" She smiled as Papa Smurf drank all the broth that was in the bowl. "Now you just relax while we smurf care of things here in the village!"

"Uh, Papa Smurf," Trader said as he watched the village leader close his eyes and go to sleep. "There is something important we need to discuss..."

"Not now, Trader," Smurfette said. "Smurf it to him later! He needs his rest!"

"Visiting hours are over, pal," Medic said, shooing Trader out of the infirmary. "Let me and Smurfette smurf our jobs here!"

Trader looked a little disappointed that he couldn't get a chance to tell Papa Smurf what was on his mind. "I guess I'll have to smurf this idea into a reality without him," he decided. "It will be a surprise for him when he awakens."

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