Hi people of planet smurf! I'm Baaaaaaack!

Smurfs: AAAAAAAHHHHHH!

Me: I know, I know, it's enough to make you scream in terror.

Grouchy: I HATE screaming in terror!

Me: Yeah yeah, we know. Now, this shouldn't take too long-

Hefty: Seeing as you only got ONE review.

Gutsy: One? HA HA HA!

Me: SHUT IT! Don't make me bring FrittzyCrazy in here! Ahem, anyway, he's right, which is VERY disappointing, but hey, I don't write for reviews, I write for critical feedback.

Smithy 9/23/13 . chapter 1

Were they looking at Johan? I thought there was a little thing going on with Johan and Savina. But then again, maybe I'm wrong.

Me: Very good question. Well, Johan doesn't really matter in this story, but if you wanna think it was him, go ahead. Johan is Savina's love interest, but that hasn't happened yet in the story.

Nat: Like she said, it doesn't really matter

Me: Well, that was quick. REVIEW, PEOPLE!

Smurfette: The smurfs and me belong to Peyo.

"Move it, Gutsy!"

"Why don' ya make meh, Hefty?"

"Why I oughta'-"

"Uhm, Gutsy? Hefty? Could you let me pass?"

"Of course, Smurfette!" The two bickering brothers stepped aside to let Smurfette by before continuing to bicker about who should move first. Smurfette rolled her eyes. Boys. Papa Smurf stood in the middle of the town square, surrounded by his children, delegating the day's chores.

"I'll need a group of five smurfs to gather firewood . . . you, you, you, you, and you can do that." He pointed to each smurf. "And I'll need two smurfs to gather ingredients for me." Smurfette stepped forward.

"Ah, Smurfette, thank you for volunteering. Who would like to join her?"

Before she could miss her chance, Smurfette spoke up. "Papa, could Grouchy go with me?"

Many of the smurfs looked surprised. Why would Smurfette want to spend the day with Grouchy. Papa stroked his beard in thought. "Grouchy? Well, I don't see anything wrong with that. Assuming he's okay with it, of course."

Everysmurf turned to look at the aforementioned smurf, who was leaning against a mushroom house with his hands behind his head. He gave a noncommittal grunt.

Papa raised his eyebrows. "Well, OK then. Smurfette and Grouchy, come get the ingredient list. Ignoring the curious whispers of the other smurfs, Smurfette made her way to the front of the crowd, retrieved the paper from a gently smiling papa, and walked over to Grouchy, who hadn't moved an inch.

Slightly annoyed, but determined to act polite, Smurfette smiled at Grouchy before taking charge, seeing as Grouchy obviously wouldn't be making an effort to help.

"So, we'll going to go get sarsaparilla leaves first, because they're all over the forest. It should be easy to find some just outside the village. How does that sound?"

Grouchy glared at her. "I hate bossy Smurfettes," he snapped, when before turning and leaving a dumbfounded Smurfette behind. Why, she thought, of all the nerve! Apparently proving Savina wrong was going to be easier than she'd thought.

Shrugging off her indignaion-what else could she expect from Grouchy, anyway-she took off at a slight jog, trying to keep up with her partner, whom she suspected was trying to lose her on purpose.

She struck of a conversation just to show that he wasn't bothering her. And although it was all rather one-sided, it helped to fend off the uncomfortable silence that would have otherwise taken root. When they came upon the Sarsaparilla plant, they worked quickly and quietly. Just as she had predicted, the leaves had been easy to find, only a minutes walk away from the village.

"I told you," she couldn't help but say.

Grouchy jabbed her with a thorn from the sarsaparilla plant.

Oh yes, this would be much easier than she'd thought.

Me: I think Grouchy's gonna get some hate for that. Oh, well.

Grouchy: HEY!

Me: *wink* Read and Review, R&R!