Weapon X Posted October 14, 2005 Share Posted October 14, 2005 Video Clip http://www.washingtontimes.com/world/20051...20340-8744r.htm UNICEF ad drops bomb on Smurfs By David Rennie LONDON DAILY TELEGRAPH October 10, 2005 BRUSSELS -- UNICEF's first adult-only episode of "The Smurfs," in which the blue-skinned cartoon characters' village is annihilated by warplanes, has terrified young children. The short but chilling film is to be broadcast on national television this week as a campaign advertisement for a fundraising drive by the U.N. children's agency. The animation was approved by the family of the Smurfs' late creator, "Peyo." Belgian television viewers were given a preview of the 25-second film last week, when it was shown on the evening news. The reactions ranged from approval to shock and, in the case of small children who saw the episode by accident, wailing terror. UNICEF and the family company, IMPS, which controls all rights to the Smurfs, have stipulated that it is not to be broadcast before 9 p.m., when it is hoped that children will be in bed. The short film pulls no punches. It opens with the Smurfs dancing, hand in hand, around a campfire and singing the Smurf song. Bluebirds flutter past and rabbits gambol around their familiar village of mushroom-shaped houses until, without warning, bombs begin to rain from the sky. The Smurfs scatter and run in vain from the whistling bombs, before being felled by blast waves and fiery explosions. The final scene shows a scorched and tattered Baby Smurf sobbing inconsolably, surrounded by prone Smurfs. The final frame bears the message: "Don't let war affect the lives of children." It is intended as part of a fundraising drive by UNICEF's Belgian arm to raise more than $100,000 for the rehabilitation of former child soldiers in Burundi. Philippe Henon, a spokesman for UNICEF Belgium, said his agency had set out to shock, after concluding that traditional images of suffering in Third World war zones had lost their power to move television viewers. "We have never done something like this before, but we've learned over the years that the reaction to the more normal type of campaign is very limited," he said. Belgium prides itself on being the home of some of the world's most famous cartoon characters -- from Tintin to Lucky Luke and the Smurfs, known to the Dutch-speaking half of the country as "Smurfen" and as "Schtroumpfs" to Belgium's French speakers. The advertising agency behind the campaign, Publicis, decided the best way to convey the impact of war on children was to tap into the earliest, happiest memories of Belgian television viewers. They chose the Smurfs, who first appeared in a Belgian comic in 1958. Julie Lamoureux, account director at Publicis for the campaign, said the agency's original plans were toned down. "We wanted something that was real war -- Smurfs losing arms, or a Smurf losing a head, but they said no." The film has won tentative approval from the official Smurf fan club. "I think it will wake up some people. It is so un-Smurf-like. It might get people to think," a club spokesman said. "That crying baby really goes to your bones," said Hendrik Coysman, managing director of IMPS. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Overtime Posted October 14, 2005 Share Posted October 14, 2005 what exactly is unicef? they make fun of it quite a bit in joe dirt, seriously? is it just a charity type thinggy? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dr. Dazzle Posted October 14, 2005 Share Posted October 14, 2005 I think it's French but I believe the English translation is the United Nations Children's Fund.... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
La Cosa Nostra Posted October 14, 2005 Share Posted October 14, 2005 ^Yeah. They distribute little fold-out boxes 'round halloween for kids to collect money for unicef from people...knew more than a few kids who took it upon themselves to keep that money.. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
theGOON Posted October 14, 2005 Share Posted October 14, 2005 i find that hilarious. but i'm a bad person, so yeah... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dr. Dazzle Posted October 14, 2005 Share Posted October 14, 2005 Originally posted by La Cosa Nostra@Oct 14 2005, 12:38 PM knew more than a few kids who took it upon themselves to keep that money.. Quoted post That's horrible. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Orgasm Addict Posted October 14, 2005 Share Posted October 14, 2005 Crybabies... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Neskoner Posted October 14, 2005 Share Posted October 14, 2005 not as bad as papa smurf getting his ass licked. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SF1 Posted October 14, 2005 Share Posted October 14, 2005 Originally posted by MaKeItHaPpEn@Oct 14 2005, 09:12 PM not as bad as papa smurf getting his ass licked. Quoted post ???? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
La Cosa Nostra Posted October 14, 2005 Share Posted October 14, 2005 Originally posted by Dr. Dazzle+Oct 14 2005, 03:11 PM--><div class='quotetop'>QUOTE (Dr. Dazzle - Oct 14 2005, 03:11 PM)</div><div class='quotemain'><!--QuoteBegin-La Cosa Nostra@Oct 14 2005, 12:38 PM knew more than a few kids who took it upon themselves to keep that money.. Quoted post That's horrible. Quoted post [/b] no kidding, but nobody else was giving these kids more than a dollar or two every other day Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GnomeToys Posted October 14, 2005 Share Posted October 14, 2005 It's time to tell the truth about Smurfs. You see, Smurfs are a lot like other folks; they have dreams and ambitions, deep, thoughtful conversations with each other, and good and bad times. "But," people ask, "do Smurfs have..... you know,...... *sex*?" The answer is an emphatic and resounding YES! And why shouldn't they? They're people, too. What *most* people don't know is why Smurfs are blue. Well, the reason is because Smurfs only have sex once a year. Face it: if you had sex only once a year, you'd be blue, too. Once a year, in the Smurf village, flags and banners fly happily in the breeze, proclaiming that the day of the annual Smuckfest has arrived. Birds sing and the Sun comes out to watch, despite the weather Smurf's direst predictions. I guess good ol' Mr. Sun is a voyeur. In the middle of town, Papa Smurf gives a brief speech explaining the origin of the Smuckfest; how Dr. C. Everett Koop came to the village and warned all the Smurfs about AIDS. Papa Smurf knew that no one made condoms small enough for a Smurf (even though everyone knows that all male Smurfs are uniformly well-hung, for their size), so he decreed that all Smurfs would only smuck one day a year. "Smucking one day a year will help us identify any diseases we may transmit to one another, and keep them from spreading to the animals in the forest," declaimed Papa Smurf. "Besides, it will give Smurfette a chance to rest." Yes! Smurfette must rest. For, as everyone knows, Smurfette is the only female Smurf in the village, and after a full day of having vigorous, rabid sex with two hundred cunt-crazed little blue men, she needs a break. So, on the appointed day, Papa Smurf bids everyone throw their inhibitions to the wind and immerse themselves in debauchery. And, as is his privilege, Papa Smurf throws out the first throe. At his signal, Smurfette unties the skintight blue band she must use to suppress her natural bustiness, and her astounding tits spring forth into the daylight. The Sun gleams lecherously on the smooth, blue flesh, nipples crinkling in the light of day from her soon-to-be-unbridled lust. Then Smurfette shimmies out of her skirt and stands before the crowd, naked as the day she was born, save the spike-heeled white boots she has donned just for the occasion. Her long, blonde hair cascades down her back and lasciviously outlines her buttocks, clinging like a dirty old man's gaze to each curve and dimple. Her cunt winks lewdly from behind the golden shield of pubic glory, already glistening in mad anticipation of each and every raging rod it would receive that day. And receive them gladly it would, for hers is the indefatigable furburger, and she hungered for the sauce blended in the heat of passion. Smurfette turns to Papa Smurf and lifts her stupendous breasts with their turgid nipples to his lips. He takes each one, in turn, into his mouth, where his tongue dances the Fabulous Fandango around the areolae, as Smurfette moans like a cat in heat. Then, when poor Smurfette can take no more, Papa Smurf drops to his bony little knees and sprinkles his magic deSmurfilating dust on Smurfette's engorged cunt lips. Presto! The lovely blonde braiding material falls from her, leaving her shaved smooth as a hard-boiled egg. "Oh, Papa Smurf!" she cries. "Encore!! Encore!!", as she writhes in anticipation of the Fabulous Furless Fandango danced 'round her pulsating pussy. Papa Smurf does not disappoint the damsel in distress; he slides his hands under her tight little blue ass and parts her moistness with his thumbs. As the hot, funky juices begin to run down his arms, he plunges tongue-first and tonsil-deep into her wiggling womanhood. Smurfette gasps as the talented tongue begins to do its magic, and her cunt clutches at it like a baby bird after a worm. Cradling his head to her crotch, Smurfette's hips begin to slowly grind and twitch, for Papa Smurf's tongue has unerringly found her S-spot, and Smurfette begins the slow, hot, agonizing rise to ecstasy. "Oh, make me smurf, baby, make me smurf!", she pants, each stroke of his tongue causing her to throb and clutch. As Smurfette's moans and cries rise in pitch higher and higher, the crowd gazes in amazement at the mighty mound of meat struggling to escape from Papa Smurf's pants. This, then, is the legendary Trouser Titan, bulging forth in a determined attempt to split the barrier. Just when Smurfette is certain that she will die from sheer sensory overload, Papa Smurf flings off his Levis and frees the Magnificent Heat-Seeking Moisture Missle from its cradle. Maddened with blind lust, Smurfette hurls Papa Smurf to the platform and leaps shrieking into the air, landing unerringly on his Titanic Totem. Suddenly filled, Smurfette's cunt explodes in a monster orgasm, the force of which propels her screaming into the air again and again, each time plummeting her onto the Potent Purple Pecker and triggering another climax. Before Smurfette can achieve orbit, Papa Smurf grab her legs and pulls her to the ground. Swiftly, he stands, pulling her to her knees. Gasping in awe, Smurfette gets a head-on view of his hard-on, glistening in the light like a war staff. The sight of this shining stud is too much for Smurfette, who immediately grabs both of Papa smurf's bulging balls in her hands and pulls him to her waiting mouth. With preternatural skill and primeval hunger, Smurfette devours the monster cock, licking and sucking like a starving child with an ice cream cone. His ass knotting like a sailor's anchor rope, Papa Smurf pounds into Smurfette's mouth with furious strokes. As he reaches his blazing climax, he forces Smurfette to take all thirteen and 7/8ths inches of blue tube steak and fires round after pulsing round of blue goo down her ravenous throat. "Hurray!!", shouts the crowd. "Now it's OUR turn!!" Suddenly the town square erupts with scenes of azure carnality, as 200 tiny blue asses appear in the sunlight. 200 raging cocks swarm toward Smurfette's waiting and ever-willing cunt, ready to make her scream for mercy as they scream for more. 400 bouncing balls follow each other toward the nearest available orifice, making Smurfette wish there were more of her. Those lucky enough to find access to Smurfette's fabulous form begin their crazed humping, as others find their schlongs being stroked as fast as she can grab. Those whose time will come later are coming now, as their friends clutch lustily at their forbidden fruits, flinging frothy fuck-foam far and wide. Up the ass! Down the throat! Backhand, forehand, underhand, in the armpit or behind the knee, the Smurfs erupt in a display of orgasmic prowess to shame the most devoted student of the Kama Sutra. Soon the street become hazardous to navigate (and navigate one must), as the square gets deeper and deeper in the collective come. Hour after hour, the orgy rampages on. Gradually, as night falls, the screams of orgasmic ecstasy turn to the moans and sighs of deep contentment, with the occasional whimper from an over-enthusiastic sodomite. Soon all is quiet, as Smurf helps Smurf back to Home and Preparation H. Tubes of Chap-Stick are quickly distributed to soothe aching lips, and aloe gel is applied (as are lips, if it is too stimulating) to the citizen's members to ease the burning. As the exhausted (and completely sated) Smurfs lie in sexual stupor, gentle rains come (not them, too!) to wash away all traces of the fleshfest that was. And you wondered why Smurfs are always in such a good mood... (THE END) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GamblersGrin Posted October 14, 2005 Share Posted October 14, 2005 thats what ya call left wing, dudes gettin sappy because smurfs get killed. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
decu goldyn1 Posted October 14, 2005 Share Posted October 14, 2005 Originally posted by MaKeItHaPpEn@Oct 14 2005, 04:12 PM not as bad as papa smurf getting his ass licked. Quoted post ...yeah lick my ass bitch. Where the hell did that come from, that little jingle has been stuck in my head ever since i heard it. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dick Quickwood Posted October 15, 2005 Share Posted October 15, 2005 It opens with the Smurfs dancing, hand in hand, around a campfire and singing the Smurf song. Bluebirds flutter past and rabbits gambol around their familiar village of mushroom-shaped houses until, without warning, bombs begin to rain from the sky. The Smurfs scatter and run in vain from the whistling bombs, before being felled by blast waves and fiery explosions. The final scene shows a scorched and tattered Baby Smurf sobbing inconsolably, surrounded by prone Smurfs. We wanted something that was real war -- Smurfs losing arms, or a Smurf losing a head, but they said no." that's hilarious. i would love to see a clip of this advertisement Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
shai Posted October 15, 2005 Share Posted October 15, 2005 http://www.ifilm.com/ifilmdetail/2681621 It's not THAT bad... But, Biggus Dickus...That's BAAAAAAAD. In a good way. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
I.C.Shadow Posted October 15, 2005 Share Posted October 15, 2005 http://www.starterupsteve.com/swf/strife.html Yea lick my ass bitch. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Harvey Wallbanger Posted October 15, 2005 Share Posted October 15, 2005 Oh, I expected that video to be way more shocking. It was actually kind of funny, in a fucked up sort of way. Little kids are pussies. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fermentor666 Posted October 15, 2005 Share Posted October 15, 2005 Originally posted by onesecondple@Oct 14 2005, 06:38 PM what exactly is unicef? they make fun of it quite a bit in joe dirt, seriously? is it just a charity type thinggy? Quoted post Must be a real nice bubble you live in. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fatbastard Posted October 15, 2005 Share Posted October 15, 2005 Combining fear tactics, shock advertising and nostalgia (the smurfs are something almost every adult grew up on) Best form social/awarness marketing ever. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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