Journey for good luck

It was a sunny, beautiful morning. But it was on this morning that Gargamel, in his opinion, came up with a brilliant idea! And now he had been pounding some kind of potion in the laboratory for an hour, he was helped by Azrael and his student Gruble. - Give me that flask! The other is not this one! he called to Scroople, who did his best to help him. - Well, Gargi, decide already! - Don’t you dare call me that!” Do what I tell you! — Grr! He’s always like that, if only something would fall on his head! Grubble thought to himself as he handed over the matching vial of greenish liquid. - That’s it! Now, finally, these vile blue boogers will be with me! And the world will know who I am! . — before the sorcerer had time to finish, the student interrupted him: - Come on, use this potion already, and talk less, otherwise it will turn out like last time… - Don’t tell me what to do! And as I finally said today, I am great… - You soon? - Well, you really bothered me! Out to your room! — Pointing to the door, Gargamel said angrily, and the boy had no choice but to leave quietly. — Nu that Azrael, in path?! To the smurf village! He poured a few drops of the potion into the cat’s bowl and drank the rest himself, and immediately began to disappear. The same thing happened with the cat. As soon as they were gone, Scroople went to the lab, took the potion bottle, it still had a couple of drops left, and licked it off. *** Little or a lot of time passed, and finally Gargamel and Azrael found themselves somewhere, but somewhere it was not a Smurf village at all! It was a room, rather richly furnished, in Gargamel’s eyes. - Oh Azrael, is there something wrong again?! - Murre, — the cat answered him in his own way, making it clear with his whole appearance that everything is not so here. At that moment, Scroople appeared next to Gargamel. - What a journey! Where I am? We?! He exclaimed as he looked around the room. *** What are these voices? — Freken Bok asked the Kid and Carlson. - No, it’s not us! - So it’s not normal anymore, your parents shouldn’t be here so early, right, sweet child? - They won’t be here before 5:00 p.m.!” The Kid replied. - I’ll go check it out! — Freken put a mug of tea on the table and went to the living room. *** - I think I hear footsteps!” Scroople said, tugging on Gargamel’s sleeve. - You’re not the only one who thinks so!” Hey Azrael calm down! — The sorcerer exclaimed, trying to throw the cat off his shoulder, and at that moment the door swung open! -Now it looks like trouble!” Scroople whispered when he saw a fat woman in an apron come in. - Who you are?! And where did you come from?! — Persistently asked Freken. From her appearance, Gargamel realized that it was better to answer and stepped forward: “I am the great Gargamel, mage and alchemist, in an attempt to catch some pesky blue creatures, I accidentally teleported to the wrong place. And here are my assistants, Scrouple and Azrael. He pointed to them with his hand. - Do you claim to be a wizard? Why do you look like a bum?! And why did you move into our apartment?! Ahh?! - He’s strange, maybe a thief? — Prompted Freken, — said Carlson. - Don’t you dare call me a bum and a thief, you nasty old woman!” Gargamel exclaimed, unable to stand it anymore, Azrael jumped out in front of him and, arching his back in displeasure, hissed at Freken and Carlson. Seeing that the battle was about to begin, Malish and the Scroople simultaneously ran out in front of Freken and Gargamel. - Freken, he really is a magician! — The Kid began to scream. - Yes, he is a wizard! No need to fight! Scruple exclaimed. - This bum called me an old woman! He will answer for it! Freken blurted out, blushing with anger. - She dared to call me the great Gargamel “bum!” Gargamel did not calm down. - So ladies and gentlemen, don’t quarrel! — Carlson tried to stop them. - Exactly! — the Kid and Skruble said in one voice. - Well, so be it, fighting a woman is beneath my dignity!” He chuckled and turned his back to Freken. - All right, so be it, world! But if you are a thief or someone else, then you will not be well! The housekeeper told him. - That’s right, otherwise they spoiled my mood! — Carlson spoke and immediately turned to the Kid and Scroople, who were standing on the sidelines: — Hey, guys, would you like cheesecakes? There is more. - Did you say cheesecakes? Skruple asked. - Yes, cheesecakes with jam! - Wow! I haven’t eaten them in such a long time! Want! - I don’t mind eating more either!” — Supported the Kid, and together with Carlson went to the kitchen. - So if you are a wizard, then why are you wearing these rags, and even in a dress?” - Firstly, woman, this is not a dress, but a robe, and secondly, don’t call it rags!” the magician replied angrily. - Are you saying don’t call it that? There’s a full-length mirror in the hallway, go look in it! Are you sure you know a lot about yourself? Freken snarled caustically. - Gargamel himself, in the house, did not have a full-length mirror, so he became curious to look at himself, but he also did not want to follow Freken’s lead and agree that he was dressed in rags. So he decided to somehow translate the topic: - So where am I, what kind of country is this, and what kind of city is this?” - You are in Stockholm, Sweden! - What year is it now? - No, are you really weird? It’s actually 1955 now! Freken answered. - Here I am stuck! — Gargamel grabbed his head: — Last time I think I got in 2011?! - Have you been in the 21st century? Freken asked with surprise and curiosity. — Yes, it was! And believe me, everyone there is so plaguey, dressed ugly, walking around staring at their phones and acting as if you are transparent to them! - And how are they worn with phones? what about the cord? - Well, the phones looked different there… In short, it takes a long time to explain! — With all his appearance, Gargamel tried to portray busyness and lack of time. Meanwhile, Scroople, Malysh and Carlson were eating cheesecakes with tea on both cheeks. Azrael also got a few cheesecakes, but he was more worried not about food, but about his new acquaintance: Important, red cat Matilda. Therefore, having eaten one cheesecake himself, he brought another in her teeth, but she only proudly turned away (a real woman), but later she nevertheless took the cheesecake. - What to do now? You need to brew a potion to get back, but the potion needs ingredients, let’s say I can collect half, but where to get the rest? . — Walking back and forth, Gargamel thought. - And what exactly is needed for this potion of yours?” Freken asked. - A lot of things, cinnamon, lavender, Chinese rose petals, elephant bone powder… - I have it all! Cinnamon is somewhere in the kitchen, rose petals in perfume, and elephant bone, this is my hair clip! There is lavender too! Freken said. - Is it true?! And then I can finally go back! Hey Scroople, Azrael to me! — His assistants immediately ran to Gargamel’s cry, accompanied by Carlson: — Soon we will return back! And then I, the great Gargamel, will be able to get to the Smurf village! — He said this with such an important air that Freken could not stand it and said: - Under the most beautiful tail of a peacock hides the most ordinary chicken butt. So less pathos, gentlemen! — In short, for work! Give all that I have listed, and quickly, I’m in a hurry! *** Fifteen minutes later, all the ingredients were on the table. Gargamel quickly began mixing them in the first pot he came across. - Just be careful with the pan! And don’t break the whisk! — Freken controlled the process. “Don’t point it out, I’m in a creative process!” Scrople give me this! No Azrael don’t eat! — quickly breaking away, the sorcerer ran up to the cat and literally pulled out of his mouth, a piece of cinnamon. — This was not enough! Not enough cinnamon now! But I don’t think that’s enough! — He threw it into the pan and began to read some kind of plot. - Well, I still didn’t have enough witches in the kitchen! And I still thought to have a rest today, do you understand the creative process here and who cleans it up?! To me, as always to me! Freken grumbled. — Ala Alaka Alakazam!!! — Gargamel finished, and before that, an incomprehensible substance in the pan lit up for a moment with a greenish light, and then went out, taking on an iridescent hue. — Ready! he exclaimed. - Here is the jam! — Carlson was already reaching for the potion, but Freken did not let him in. - Scrouple, Azrael to me!” — commanded the sorcerer and they immediately, as if on command in the army, stood in front of him in the building at attention. - Gargamel, can I stay here?” Scroople asked in some confusion. — How to stay?! “You see, Gargi, here I felt that I have a family, I always wanted this… I want to stay with them!” — He went up to the Kid, Carlson and Freken. - But you wanted to become a great wizard like me, didn’t you?” - Yes, but I wanted this more! - Well, if you really decided so… Well, one less problem! Right Azrael? — Muerrr! Gargamel gave the cat a drink of the potion and drank it himself, hoping to find himself at home, or better yet, immediately in the Smurf village. They immediately disappeared in a whirlwind of green sparks…