A/N: Well, this was a little ditty I did for creative writing class, which turned out to be fanfic. O.o Anyways, it's a bit weird, so bare with me here. Enjoy!

Steve the Smurf skipped out of his woodsy mushroom home. He smelled the sweet, beautiful, glistening green grass, relaxing happily. Today was going to be a wonderful day!

Smurfette smiled when she saw Steve. "Hello!" she shouted, a soft wind carrying her melodic voice over to him. Steve answered with a big grin on his face. "Hi!" he skipped over to grab Smurfette's arm. The two walked together, enjoying the lush meadows abounding before them. Papa Smurf joined them in an instant, and they all walked together gleefully.

"Gorgeous day out, isn't it?" he said, grinning.

"Certainly!" Steve and Smurfette chorused. Papa Smurf chuckled.

"What are we planning to do today, my little friends?" he chirped.

They were just about to answer when they heard a rustle in the trees. "What was that?" squeaked Smurfette, huddling behind Steve.

A nervous air settled over them as they rotated over to see. All of the other Smurfs looked too, creating a disturbance in the regular motion of town life. It was as if someone was holding Smurf Village by a suddenly fraying rope, dropping down with every second into panic.

The bush rustled again, causing everyone to lose more nerve. You could see the elder Smurfs biting their tongues, and the younger ones looking up to their mothers in frightened anticipation. The grass seemed to dim down, and the mushrooms to sag. Something was off in Smurf Village—something bad.

All of a sudden, the air turned icy cold. Women shrieked in terror at the dark omen. Out of nowhere, a bomb dropped out of the sky, exploding at a nearby house, killing several Smurfs around it. This was the trigger for the rest of the outcry. One single, flustered shout threw everyone into frenzy. Mothers where running around with their children tucked under their arms, and some just stood there, shrieking. The sky turned black as more bombs exploded all around the area, sending Smurfs flying backwards into the air. Papa Smurf, a worried scowl on his face, grabbed Steve and Smurfette and ducked as another bomb exploded. A heavy sigh perched on his brow. The two Smurfs still grabbing hold of his arms, he ran away.

"It's time to find a new home," he whispered. "Soon."

Oooo! Cliffie! But yes, this will be… interesting. Tune in next week to see what happens next to the Smurfs! *dundundunnnn…*

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