WARNING: This goes so far over the NC-17 line that you will not know what hit you. Do NOT watch this video if you cannot handle the (rather insane) idea of Spanish-speaking real-life Smurfs engaged in all manner of procreational activity. It's hardcore, and it's Smurfs. And for God's sake, keep it away from the children. I apologize to those who take their Smurfberry jam in G-rated doses, and also for my own shameless pandering. It is a pretty wild tape. And let us review (via the Sporting Blog, oh what a tangled world this is):
Each Smurf had a unique role to fill, and he filled that role and only that role. You never saw Brainy Smurf build anything; you never saw Brawny Smurf cook anything. You never saw Skateboarding Smurf playing Hacky-Sack. “Do your job,” is their mantra.
Smurfs never try to move up in the world. They do not wish they had some other role. The society thus functions as a whole, with each part interconnected and dependent on every other. There is never any internal criticism; you never saw any Smurf trying to smackdown any other little blue bastard.
The Smurfs had an unquestioned spiritual and political leader in Papa Smurf. Every word that fell from his little blue mouth was soaked in wisdom. The Smurfs totally bought into everything Papa Smurf said. Nobody second-Smurfed him, ever. Or those who did got eaten by Azriel.
The Smurfs were at first very leery of Smurfette; they thought she'd ruin everything; they didn¹t want her in their little Smurf village. There is no such thing as self in the Smurfs (except for maybe Vanity Smurf).
In other words, the Smurfs’ society has no class structure. There is no middle class, no upper class, no lower class. It’s just everybody working together for the improvement of the whole, everybody striving for the same singular goal, everybody sublimating their own goals for the larger goal.