Hello everyone! I recently got an idea on a new story, which is this one, and I'm hoping it comes out smurfy! XD This story takes place two weeks after my other one, My Best Friend. Well, not much to say, but just hope you enjoy! I don't own the smurfs!

Hefty's POV

"ONE! TWO! ONE! TWO!" I say aloud to myself as I run towards the forest for my morning jog. The wonderful morning breeze freshens my face. The sun hasn't come up yet. The crickets are still chirping nearby. Nosmurf is up yet, well, maybe except for Greedy smurf. Heh, sleepyheads, I think to myself. I reach the forest and take an alternate route, which I haven't taken before. I see birds waking up, and beginning to sing their wonderful song. The Sound Gargamel hates. I smile as I picture the old wizard waking up to the birds singing. Pretty funny when you actually think about it.

I run deeper into the forest, and decide to go and check out how that old guy is doing. Yes, Papa Smurf has warned us to never go near his home, but I take risks. That's where the fun comes in. Besides, there is nothing that can possibly bring me down. I reach the old castle like home, and hop up to the windowsill. I climb up to the top window, where Gargamel's room is. I find The wizard in his bed with his pillow over his head. (Hey that rhymed!)

"Ooh," I head him groan. "How I HATE those birds for singing! I hate it as much as I hate those miserable Smurfs! Why are they even singing, the sun isn't even out!" He throws his pillow out the window. I have to duck in order to not get hit. But as I duck, I fall into the room with a soft thud. Luckily, he was stretching, so he didn't notice me fall. I look back at the window. It's pretty high up. "Smurf," I mutter. Now how am I supposed to get back up there?

"Mreow!" I hear Azrael shout. I freeze, thinking he has seen me. But then I see that he's only scratching at Gargamel's bed.

"What do you want, you miserable cat?" Gargamel snaps.

"MREOWW MREAH!" Azrael shouts.

"No, I know how much you want breakfast now, but I must go hunt for something first. SO wait!"

"Mreowwwwwwwwwwwwww!" Azrael whines. I can't help it but feel a little bad for Azrael. Still, I feel empathy. As I search for a way out. I hear Gargamel kick his cat out of the room. "In the mean time, go catch a bird or something!" The wizard growls at the cat. "At least there will be one less bird singing!"

I feel the stones. They're not that good to climb on. Then I spot it, some books stacked on top of one another, leading towards the window. I head towards them, but Gargamel approaches the window. Quickly, I dive behind a pile of smelly socks.

"Yech! All this happiness makes me sick!" He shuts the window closed. I snap my fingers in frustration. Gargamel heads into another room, and moments later, I hear water turn on. So Gargamel actually showers? That's a surprise!

I get out of the pile of socks and search around for an exit. The only other exit is through the door. I can fit underneath, but Azrael is probably on the other side. Oh who am I smurfing? I'm not scared of anything!

I run to the door, and peek underneath. There is no sign of that dumb fur ball. I get to my knees, and squeeze my head through. Using my arms to help me get through, I squeeze under. I am almost out, but I get stuck halfway.

I curse under my breath, and try to get unstuck. No use. Have I gained weight? No, it's only my tail that doesn't fit! UGH!

"MREAHH!" I hear that awful noise, and see Azrael staring at me with an evil smile, a couple of smurfs away. The claws come out one by one. Each claw sharper and blacker than ever. A bead of sweat rolls down my face. No, I'm not scared!

Azrael bears his teeth. Somehow they seem sharper than before too. Without a warning, the cat charges at me at full speed. I give a yelp, and try to push myself back in. At this moment, I wish that I didn't have a tail! The cat gets closer to me, and the faster I push (That sounds weird o.o).

Azrael leaps. I squeeze my eyes shut, ready to feel the pain of claws on my body, when I feel myself get pulled backwards. I head a hard THUD! And a groan from the cat.

I get lifted from the ground. "Well, well, well!" Gargamel says as he holds me upside down by one foot. I struggle to get free. "What have we here? A trespasser?" He's half naked, wearing a towel around his waist. He's also wet.

"UNGH! Let me go! You dumb old wizard!" I swing my fists. Gargamel laughs. "Insults won't change my mind. But now that you're here, would you like to join me for breakfast?" He laughs his usual laugh, and begins to take me to a cage. Being upside down, I begin to feel dizzy as the blood rushes to my head. I try to think clearly.

"Hey, Gargamel! Don't you think you've used cages too much? I mean, we smurfs ALWAYS escape from your cages!" I shout at him. Truth is, I really shouldn't have told him that, because what if we get captured some other time and put in something we can't escape?

The wizard brings me up to his face. The pressure behind my eyes builds up. "For once a smurf is right! Well..." I can tell that he can see that being upside down makes me uncomfortable. He laughs again and ties me up by the foot against the wall. He exits his room, for sure to prepare a pot of boiling water, and leaves me hanging alone. Really, that Gargamel should learn to never leave his capture alone.

UGH THE PRESSURE BEHIND MY EYES! I grab onto the rope holding my leg, and pull myself upright. The blood begins to flow throughout my whole body again. I get to work on cutting the rope with my teeth. Yuck, tastes powdery.

Finishing making enough cuts on the rope, I use my incredible strength to rip apart the rest of the rope. I fall to the ground with a harder THUD! This time. I hop to the closed window using the books, and push on the wood with all my might. It doesn't budge.

"Smurfit..." I curse.

I hear the Evil wizards footsteps coming up to the room again. Frantically, I push on the window harder. Gargamel peeks his ugly face into the room.

"Now my my little blue b—GASP! NO! YOU"LL NEVER LEAVE HERE! AZRAEL! GET HIM!"

Azrael rushes into the room running. I push with all my might, feeling my adrenaline levels soar. The cat jumps, pushes me against the window, and the boards open out. I scream, and so does the fur ball. Quickly, I grab onto a root growing out of the home. Azrael falls into a tiny muck pond near the house.

I let go of the root, and hop onto another one nearby, one that's closer to the ground. From there I hop to the floor and run out of there! The last thing I hear before Gargamel's lair goes out of view is "Look at what you did, you useless cat! You let our breakfast slip away!"

I laugh out loud. See, nothing can possibly bring me down. That wasn't scary at all. Not one bit!.

I head back to the village, and see the smurfs waking up. The sun is already peeking over the mountains. Well that was a smurfy workout!

"Good morning Hefty!" Papa Smurf greets me.

"Good morning Papa Smurf!" I say back.

"If you don't mind me asking, why are you a little late today from your morning exercise?"

"I extended my workout time."

"I see...you didn't go near Gargamel's lair, did you?"

"No Papa Smurf. 'Course not!" The truth yells at me for telling a lie to Papa Smurf. I brush aside the yelling.

"Good, now I must get going, see you at breakfast, Hefty."

"Bye, Papa Smurf."

I can't help it but feel a bit of guilt for the lie, but what was done was done. I head over to my house, only to stop soon and gaze at something so beautiful. Smurfette.

"Hi Hefty!" Smurfette calls to me, smiling. I smile back. She looks so beautiful when she smiles. Her golden hair hides her face as she bends down to water another flower.

"Well hi Smurfette!" I greet back and walk to her. "Smurfy garden you got there!"

"Ooh isn't it? I water them everyday. That's what helps keep them so beautiful. Of course, so does the sun!"

"And they're watered by a very beautiful smurfette..." I murmur.

"What's that, Hefty?"

"Oh, um...er, nothing." I freeze inside as she stares at me. Is that a little blush on her face?

"Um...so...do you need help?" I ask to break the awkward silence.

"Thank you, Hefty, but I'm almost done," She replies as she waters the last of her flowers. "There!" She turns to look at me staring at her. Her smile fades.

"Do I have something on my face? Or do I have a bug on me?" She asks.

"Huh?" I ask dumbfound. "Oh, um n-no. Erm, well, I'll see you at breakfast!"

She nods bewilderedly. "Okay then, bye Hefty!"

I walk quickly to my home, my face burning. She caught me staring at her! Oh smurf, now what will she think? That I'm a weirdo?

I enter my house and shut the door. "Maybe lifting some weights will make the embarrassment go away," I murmur and lift up my heaviest barbell.

OoO

Greedy soon rings the bell for breakfast. I listen as all the smurfs hungrily run to get their food. Slowly I lower my barbell, drenched in sweat. I should shower first.

After a quick shower, I head to breakfast. There I see everysmurf eating and chatting happily. Except for Lazy, who is snoozing on his breakfast muffin.

I take a seat next to Grouchy, who is sitting there with his usual frown, eating his smurfberry muffin. I shake my head and crack a smile.

"Good morning, Grouchy," I say.

"I hate good morning!" He replies.

"Somesmurf sounds happy," I say sarcastically.

"I hate 'happy'!"

"Will you ever change?"

"I hate changing!"

I smile as Greedy brings me my muffin, and I thank him. I take a bite from it, until I hear a soft voice.

"Hi Hefty, do you mind if I sit next to you?" It's her!

I almost choke. "N-no! Of course not!"

"Do you mind, Grouchy?"

"No, go ahead, Smurfette." He says.

Smurfette sits down, her hair brushes my shoulder. We eat in silence. I avoid looking at her. Suddenly, she breaks the silence.

"Hefty, why do you like to work out?" She asks. I can tell that she's staring at me. I glance at her, and quickly look away. That was a big mistake to do, to look at her. My face burns a little. "Well...I like to be fit, and strong. Exercising brings me many benefits. Like It helps me to run fast when I really need to. My strength helps me help around the village in lifting stuff. And...well...another advantage to exercise, is that it helps me to not get sick. That's why you have never, not ONCE, seen me get sick. That's why being this fit helps me always overpower everything. Nothing brings me down." Man, I think I blabbered like Brainy there!

She nods and looks away. "I-If you don't mind...I would like to go and jog with you tomorrow..." She mutters.

I choke on the smurfberry juice I am drinking. "Y-you what?"

"I want to jog with you."

"B-but are you sure you can wake up early? And what about your shoes?"

"I am an early riser, and I have some shoes I had Tailor make me for running."

I smile. "Alright then. I'll pick you up tomorrow. And I'll jog slowly for you."

She smiles back. I look around the room, and notice that two smurfs are missing.

"Hey, where are Clumsy and Brainy?" I ask Smurfette. She looks up from her food.

"They're not here? Oh, I hope nothing happened. You should ask Papa Smurf. Maybe he hasn't noticed," She says.

"Yeah." I stand up and go to Papa Smurf. "Hey Papa?"

Our leader looks up from his food. "What is it Hefty?"

"Um, I couldn't help but notice that Brainy and Clumsy are not here, and I'm not sure where they are."

"Oh they're fine. Don't worry. I sent them out to pick something for me. Something I need for one of my experiments. They should be back right...about...now!"

"PAPA SMURFFFFFF!" Brainy's whiny voice sounds throughout the whole village.

"Ah," I simply say, feeling a wave of relief hit me. "Okay, I was just kind of worried for them, because I didn't see them, that's all. Sorry to have disturbed you."

"It's fine," Papa Smurf smiles.

I head back to the table. "They had just gone to pick out something for Papa Smurf," I tell Smurfette as I sit down.

"Oh, that's a relief!" She exclaims.

Brainy walks into the room, holding something. "We got it, Papa Smurf! WOAH!" Brainy trips on his way to Papa Smurfs table. Clumsy walks in behind him, holding something else. "Yeah! We done it, Papa Smurf! YIAHA!" He trips on Brainy. They sent the stuff flying across the room. Normally, Brainy would have yelled at Clumsy, but ever since the transplant, Brainy had changed bit. Instead, he laughed. Clumsy laughed along with him.

I couldn't help but chuckle. Ever since the surgery, they have stuck together everywhere they go, like best friends, well, except to bed, of course. Brainy has treated Clumsy much nicer, but sometimes, he has screamed at Clumsy a little. Brainy can still be a bit of a know-it-all and bossy pants, and I haven't been able to throw him out of the village, because it's only been two weeks since the surgery. Papa Smurf gave orders to everysmurf to not throw him out because he's still recovering. And you have no idea HOW MUCH I HAVE HAD TO RESIST THE URGE TO NOT DO THAT! They are still a little thinner than the average smurf, but not as much as how they were before. Also, it's not possible, but it seems as if the transplant of Clumsy's kidney to Brainy had made Brainy a bit...clumsy...

"Thank you, Clumsy and Brainy," Papa Smurf says and begins picking up the plant stuff.

"Oh no problem, Papa Smurf!" Brainy says smugly. "I successfully led Clumsy and me to the correct location where the bamboo shoots and swamp grass was located. Clumsy led us to a wrong direction momentarily, but I used my brilliance and intelligence to guide us out of-"

Okay, and he still is a blabbermouth and thinks highly of himself.

"Yes, Brainy, I'm sure you did. Now take a seat, both of you, and eat something." Papa Smurf finishes gathering the last of the plant stuff.

"Yes Papa Smurf," The two friends go, bump into the table first, and then sit down two tables from where I'm sitting. I turn back to Smurfette, and now I find her staring at me. She blinks, and quickly looks away. Red flushes her face. I smile.

"What's the matter?" I ask happily.

"N-nothing!" She squeals and stands up to leave. "I-I just forgot that I need to water the plants in my home!"

Before I can say anything else, she scurries out of the room without another word.

OoO

The awful sound of Harmony's trumpet rings through out the whole village. Everysmurf slowly walks over to the center, where Papa Smurf is standing on a big red mushroom, ready to make an announcement. When everyone arrives, Papa Smurf clears his throat.

"Ahem, now my little smurfs, I have an important announcement to make! In a while, I will be leaving to get a very special ingredient, and I will be gone for a few days. I am leaving Hefty in charge of things while I am gone!"

"ME?" I ask, confoundedly. Papa Smurf has never put me in charge of the village.

"Why yes, Hefty."

Surprisingly, I don't hear Brainy's voice of "HIM? But Papa Smurf, shouldn't you choose someone with more maturity, and of greater intelligence". I glance to look at Brainy, but he's smiling up at Papa Smurf.

"But, I-I've never been put in charge of the village! I mean, I can do it, but-"

"Why, don't you want to do it?"

"Well, I do...but...er, or why don't I go and get the ingredient you need?"

Papa Smurf's smile disappears. "No Hefty, the place I need to go to is far too dangerous! I can't let you go."

This gets me excited. Danger? Oh yeah! "Dangerous? HAH! Nothing scares me! Besides, what could be so dangerous about whichever place you are going?"

"I never said it was scary, Hefty. The place is a bog, behind the mountains, and hardly any light touches the place-"

"I'm not afraid of any bog! C'mon lemme go Papa Smurf! Please?"

Papa Smurf frowns. "I already said no."

I growl a little. Well, if I convinced him to give Brainy surgery, I can convince him to let me go.

"But Papa Smurf. I am the fittest smurf here in the village! I can outrun any danger, and you have seen me overpower anything!"

"It's not creatures I'm worried about. It's the atmosphere-"

"Atmosphere smurfosphere! Come on, PLEASE! Besides, It's a really good workout for me to walk all the way behind the mountains, and I'm strong to keep going and come back faster than you would, er, not meaning anything bad by that, of course!"

I am sure Papa Smurf can see that once again, I'm not going to give up until he lets me go. I smile hopefully. He thinks for a bit.

"Besides, don't you have something to attend to right now?" I say.

"Great Smurfs! That's right! Alright, Hefty, I'm letting you go for me. Come to my lab quickly." Papa Smurf jumps off the mushroom.

YES! I think to myself. I didn't actually know that Papa had something to do right now, but it was a lucky guess.

At the lab, Papa Smurf hands me a mask of some kind, which has a tube connected to a tank like thing.

"When you are going around the mountains, you smurf on the mask. Then push on this button here!" He points at a red button on the side of the mask. "That will give you fresh oxygen to breathe. Under any circumstances, DO NOT breathe the air of the bog! It contains highly toxic air, that will cause great damage to your body, and other side effects. So don't take off the mask."

"Yep, don't worry, Papa! I'll do everything you say!" I assure him and sling the tank over my back. Feels kind of heavy but I can manage.

"Also, don't get near any thorn bushes. Those thorns are very sharp, and they can puncture through the oxygen tank. And don't eat any berries from that side. They may look good, but don't be tempted to try one!"

"I hear ya, Papa Smurf!" I grab a bag of food that Papa Smurf gave to me to take for the journey, and exit out the door. I begin to whistle the smurf song. I hear Papa Smurf shout something at me, something about water and bog, but my mind is too focused on the journey, and adventure, something Dreamy smurf would want. Heh, but that scrawny smurf wouldn't be able to lift this heavy tank.

"Please be careful!" I hear Smurfettes voice shout to me.

"Good luck!" Another shouts.

"Farewell, dear friend! And hurry back! Don't leave us waiting like a tack!" Poet tells me.

"BYE!" Clumsy shouts.

I hear many shouts of goodbye, and smile. What a smurfy family I have.

OoO

Once I'm close to the bog, I put on my mask and turn on the oxygen. The mask smurfs with fresh air. Feels good. The bog looks pretty creepy. The trees are a shade of purple, and so is the water. But this doesn't smurf me! I walk along a bent tree trunk, being careful not to fall in the water. Papa Smurf wanted some of the little stuff floating at the top of the bog. The stuff is purple.

From my pants, I take out a flask. I lean over the side of the tree trunk to get the stuff. But geez, the mask threatens to slip from my face. But I have to hold the flask with one hand, and I have to hold myself with the other. So, I come up with an idea. I can remove the mask, only for a little while, and hold my breath, just while I get the stuff.

I take a deep breath and remove the mask from my face I lean down over the water, and collect the purple stuff, being careful so the water won't touch my fingers. I lean closer, but I feel my fingers slipping. OH SMURFS!

SPLASH!

I poke my head out of the water and take a deep breath of air. I wait for the toxic air to burn my lungs, but it doesn't happen. I just feel as if I have taken a regular breath of air. I shrug and head back to the tree. At least Papa Smurf didn't say anything about falling into the water. I take another breath of air. Still doesn't do anything to me. I shrug and collect the stuff again. I put a cork on the flask and hop off the tree trunk onto land. Something catches my eye, though. A bush with purple leaves, and bright red , big juicy berries. My mouth waters. I still have food in the bag, but nothing that looks like this!

I puck the biggest berry from the bush I see and take a big bite from it. The taste sends smurfy sensations throughout my whole mouth and body. My tail tingles. Juice drips from my face and stains my white pants. Quickly, I finish that berry and reach for another. After finishing three berries, I reach for one more, until suddenly, I remember Papa Smurfs warning about the berries. "AW SMURF!" I shout. Well, my immune system is good, so this shouldn't be a problem. I put the mask back on my face, and smurf out of the bog.

OoO

I arrive two days later back to the village. It's barely going to be morning. Well at least the walk made up for my workout. I head to Our leader's house. Seems like breakfast hasn't started yet. Happily, I knock on Papa's door and wait with the flask in my hands. A sleepy face opens the door.

"Hi Papa Smurf! Uh, sorry to have woken ya up early, but I'm back with the stuff you asked me to get!" I show him the flask. Papa Smurf gives me a sleepy smile.

"Good job Hefty! But my smurfs! You're back after only two days! I thought it would have taken you longer!"

"Well, it's all part of being in shape!" I flex my muscles.

"Yes, yes. Thank you so much, Hefty!"

"No Problem, Papa Smurf, anytime!" I turn to leave, but Papa Stops me. "Um, Hefty?"

"Yeah?"

"Why do you have pink stains all over your pants?"

I glance down. Shoot! I forgot about that! "Oh, um, I stepped on one of those rotten berries over there, and juice got on me."

He nods. "You didn't take off the mask, right?"

"Er, no!"

"And did you fall into the water?"

"NO! Of course not!"

Papa gives me a big smile. "Good. Because all those things are very bad for you! Oh, and, ehehe, could I have the tank back?"

"Oh yeah!"

I hand him the tank and wave goodbye. Geez, all those things I told him were lies. But hey, I feel smurfy! Those things must be a bunch of superstition! Oh right! I promised Smurfette I would take her on a jog! Sheesh, hopefully she didn't wake up too early!

I run to Smurfettes house and knock twice on the door. I hear her sweet voice of, "Come in!" My heart begins to beat fast. I enter the pink mushroom, and see her combing her hair. When she sees me, she smiles.

"Ooh! I'm glad you're back!" She tells me. She runs to me and hugs me. My face heats up and my body freezes. But then I hug her back. She smells like flowers.

As quickly as she hugs me, she lets go. AWW!

"I thought you wouldn't come today! How was the trip?"

"It was smurfy. I got a good workout. The bog was a bit creepy, but there was nothing to be scared about!"

"I guess we have to postpone the jog for tomorrow, huh, because it's almost breakfast time?" She says sadly. Wow she actually wants to run? Heh. The only other smurf who actually wants to.

"No, we can go right now! I-If you want to."

"Okay! Let me just put on my running shoes!" She goes to another room and I wait. I look around the room. The walls are pink, just like the outside. Many potted flowers are in here. But a small book catches my eye. I head over to it, and open it up to the first page. This must be Smurfettes diary...I wonder what she writes in here?

Dear Diary,

Wow! I actually became converted into a smurf! Well, Smurfette, actually. And I look better than I did before! I know I was sent to get the heart of these smurfs, and then hurt them, orders from Gargamel. But, suddenly, I could no longer find it in my heart to do such an awful thing!

The page continues on. This must have been when Smurfette first arrived here. Now to find something more interesting...

I flip the pages, until the word 'love' catches my eye. I read that page:

Dear diary,

I don't know what to do! What should I do? I think I'm in love with a certain smurf! Yes, I love all the smurfs equally, but, there is one in particular, who sticks to my head like glue. Eveytime he walks by me, I feel my heart race. Sure, he can be a bit angry sometimes, and a bit of a show off, but I love him so!

Grrr...She can either be meaning Grouchy or Brainy. Sure, I do get mad sometimes, but I'm not a show off, right? Or am I? Nah, why would she fall for me? Sure, she's stared at me sometimes, but...

When he gets hurt, I feel bad. I want to rush up to him and hug him. But when he's hurt, he shows no sign of pain.

Okay, that's definitely not Brainy. GRRR! Must be Grouchy! He never really changes face expressions! And that must explain why she she sat in between Grouchy and me. She didn't want to sit on the other side of Grouchy, because Sloppy smurf was sitting there.

Oh, diary! I know you mus be thinking, who s this smurf? Well, this smurf happens to be-

"I'm ready!" Smurfette calls out to me. Quickly, I shut the diary, and put it back to its original position. "Alright, let's go.." I say. My voice sounds flat. Now that I know that she loves Grouchy...what hope is there for me? We head out the door.

This smurf happens to be Hefty Smurf. He's so strong! His muscles are soooo big! I just want to—WHOOPS! Letting myself get carried away! Heh, anyways, what should I do? Should I confess to him? I know that probably he loves me too, because EVERYsmurf loves me. But I want someone to love me more, not just because I'm the only female around. Well, hopefully I will know what to do as time passes by.

-Smufette

Smurfettes POV

We run through the forest. Hefty slows down for me to catch up. Oh, his muscles stick out when he runs! OH HE LOOKED AT ME! :D

We run to the beach, and run along the shoreline. I feel the misty breeze blow through my face and hair. I spread my hands open as if to fly. Hefty looks at me and chuckles. I laugh. I turn to look at the sky, and see seagulls cry out. Until I bump into something hard.

"Oww..." I murmur and I look up to see Hefty looking down at me. I blush.

"S-sorry!" I stutter.

"Why do you stutter?" He asks, a boyish smile playing on his face.

"Uh, w-well, I'm just embarrassed for crashing into you!" I take a step away from him, then I fall when the wave comes rolling in. Hefty laughs.

"Oh yeah?" I spray Hefty with water.

"HEY!" He shouts and splashes me with more.

"STOP!" I laugh and splash him with water. But he doesn't stop. He continues and so do I scream gleefully.

"That's it! Someone's been a bad girl!" Hefty says and a mischievous smile grows on his face. My eyes widen.

Without a warning, he picks me up, and tosses me playfully into deeper water. I break the surface, and laugh hard. Now you're going to get it!

I have never felt so playful in my whole life. Well, I didn't have a childhood, so that must explain it. For about an hour, we played like smurflings in the beach, smurfing water back and forth. Finally, we left the beach, soaking wet.

As we walk home, Hefty asks me, "Hey Smurfette, can I ask you something?"

"Yeah," I answer.

"Okay, um...who, er, which smurf, do you like?"

The question caught me off guard. Why did he ask? "Well, I like all of you."

"No, but I mean, is there a certain one you seem to have feeling for more?"

"UM..." My face heats up. "Yes, actually."

"Who?"

"I...uh...I can't tell you..."

"Why not?"

Hefty never gives up, does he? "Well, its...it's..."

"Hey HEFTY!" A voice calls out. OH THANK SMURFS!

Handy walks up to us, and to his best friend. "Hi Smurfette, Hi Hefty!"

"Hi," I say. "Well, Hefty, that was a fun jog, but I have to go shower now. Don't wanna be late for breakfast!" I scurry off. I can tell that Hefty has his eyes glued on me, but that doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is that I get home. But, why would Hefty ask me such a question?

Handy's POV

"And so I need your help!" I finish telling my friend. I wait for a response, but it doesn't come. Hefty continues to stare where Smurfette ran off.

"HEFTY!"

"what?" He asks, dazed.

"Are you okay?" I ask, concerned for him.

"Yeah, I'm fine. So, what do you need?"

I shake my head. "Just come with me!" I lead him to my house. I need help in lifting a big piece of wood for my new invention. A surprise invention.

When we get inside, I explain to him again what I need for him to do. Yet again, he stares into space. I snap my fingers in front of his face. He blinks rapidly.

"Stop thinking about Smurfette and listen to me!" I snap.

"But, I wasn't thinking about Smurfette..." He replies.

"Well, whatever it was can wait."

"Explain to me again what I have to do?"

I sigh in frustration. I turn my back towards him and point sharply at the wood on the ground. "I need YOU to smurf this piece of wood over to that side of my invention, and hold it for me while I smurf nails on IT!"

"Handy..."

"AND THEN if you can, please help me move my invention to the side of my room-"

"Handy..."

"So that it won't be of a bother here-"

I yelp as I feel Hefty's body slump against my back. I turn to face him. "What the smurf is wrong with y—H-HEFTYY!" I shout. Hefty slid off my back and is laying on the floor, unconscious.

"Hefty...buddy...what's wrong?" I ask worriedly. I shake him hard. "H-Hefty...this is no time to sleep!"

I grab the pencil from my ear and poke him hard. He doesn't move. I feel for his pulse. It's barely there. "Hefty! D-don't play this joke on me!"

Seeing that he still doesn't move, I rush outside, tears in my eyes. "PAPA SMURF! PAPA SMURFFFFFFFFF! HELP! PLEASE P-PAPA SMURF! I NEED HELP! P-PAPAAAAAA!"

Well, I feel that this chapter was pretty long. I feel like it was so-so, but the first chapter always has to start like that. In this story, Baker and Chef probably won't be here. Yeah, I did three different POV's, but I couldn't stick with just one. Hopefully it didn't sound so rushed. I typed it all up this morning! Hope you guys enjoyed it, and the next chapter should be up soon!