I do not own Smurfs.

The requests don't have to be about Brainy, it can be about any Smurf. Sorry for not clarifying that.

Wow! Thanks for all the requests! I'm going to try and wade my way through them.

I'm actually gonna do something I haven't done before. Review responses! Let's see if this becomes a regular thing (probably not).

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Review Responses:

Chloe: Aw, thanks! And thanks for the idea! :D If I can get my hands on a Smurf DVD Season set, then I'll try to get your request done. I've never written for Dreamy before xD

CartoonCaster21: I like the Smurflings too :3 Sassette is my favourite Smurfling.

Crazy: Thanks for your request! I'll try to get around to it. It's a good one :)

Zinka17: Aw, thanks! And yup, the one-shots can be about any Smurf :)

YinYangofthePeaceCircle: Thanks for all the ideas! I know which one I'll do, but I'm leaving it a surprise xD

Random Junk 13: Thanks for the ideas! :) One of them is up first xD

Wacko: Interesting one-shot idea :) I really need to get some Smurf DVD sets...I haven't seen the Marina episodes in a long time xD

Fan de Basil de Baker Street: thanks! By the way, I like your profile picture :3

Anon: you know, I always get the image of the Great Gazoo from the Flintstones in my head whenever I hear/read Gourdy's name xD Thanks for the idea!

Chibinekogirl101: Yes, yes I can xD

Kastella: Aw, thanks! :D I'm hoping to get all these ideas done, they're all great!

The-Ghost-Cat of Arkansas: How youthful? xD I got an idea of a one-shot where Papa Smurf looks after the original one-hundred Smurfs as they are babies. Or do you mean youthful, like Smurfling youthful? Thanks for the idea! :D

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First request is by Random Junk 13.

A Mute Smurf

Brainy Smurf made his daily rounds, hands tucked behind his back and head held high as he wandered around the village, telling off those who were slacking and advising those who were doing their chores wrong (in his eyes, anyway). To Brainy, he was simply trying to be of help. To everyone else, he was a big smurfing nuisance.

"Oh smurf," Handy muttered under his breath when the bespectacled Smurf approached him. "Smurfy morning, isn't it Brainy?"

Brainy nodded curtly. "It certainly is. Now, Handy, I've noticed that-"

Before he could utter another word, Handy quickly jabbed a finger in a random direction. "I appreciate your advice, but wouldn't you say Painter needs your assistance more?"

Not waiting for a reply, Handy gathered his tools and went off to work in a peaceful place where Brainy wouldn't natter his head off and where Painter wouldn't find him and smack him a good one when he found out who set Brainy on him.

Scowling, Brainy slouched off, knowing a brush-off when he saw one. Muttering about ungrateful Smurfs who didn't appreciate intellect, he strode up to Painter, who was carefully repainting his house.

Brainy stared at the bright blue colour for a moment before clearing his throat. "The way you're smurfing the paint on is causing it to look a bit slanted. Might I suggest a different method of-?"

"Method?" Painter snapped, jumping down quickly from his small wooden ladder and leaning menacingly over the smart Smurf. If it was one thing he hated, it was when Smurfs gave him artistic advice.

What he hated even more was when the creativity-challenged Brainy attempted to give him artistic advice.

"Yes, your method. It's all wrong! You're not smurfing your strokes straight enough," Brainy said a bit nervously as he stared firmly back. "It's like a Smurfling coloured your house! It's all sloppy and-"

A metal bucket of paint slammed over his head before he could finish his sentence. A sharp kick to his behind sent him flying to the other side of the village. Brainy slammed into the ground, rolling three times before slumping in a heap. "Ouch..."

Gingerly he pulled the can off of his head, blue paint drenching the upper half of his body. He removed his glasses and rubbed the lenses against the dewy grass to get them clean and slipped them back over his nose.

"Smurf you, Painter..." Brainy muttered as he climbed to his feet and stretched his back, which was sore from the rough landing. "If you don't want my valuable advice, I'll smurf it to somesmurf who does!"

He stormed his way over to the water trough and washed the thick paint from his body. He then studied the passing Smurfs, determined to find somesmurf that would listen to his advice.

"Hey, Brainy!"

Okay...any Smurf but Clumsy.

Brainy liked Clumsy, he really did. But sometimes he just wondered if everything he said to the klutzy Smurf went in one ear and out the other. "Hello, Clumsy."

Clumsy pushed up the rim of his white hat so he could see clearly. "Are ya busy?"

Brainy paused and glanced once more around the village. He had a feeling his best friend was going to request assistance in helping out with his chore in the forest. In all honesty, he knew that at some point somesmurf was just going to smurf him all the way out there anyway. Might as well go into the forest and risk being smurfed back into the village.

"Well, I suppose I could free up some of my time. What do you need?"

"Papa wants some new planks for the bridge to replace the rotted ones. Wanna help out?" Clumsy asked with a hopeful smile.

Brainy nodded and the two made their way out of the village and towards the wide creek where the bridge was located. When they reached it, the bespectacled Smurf could see that the planks were beginning to rot right through, and there was a growing pile of spoiled wood by the slippery rocks.

Clumsy grabbed a hammer (Brainy ducked to avoid it being slammed into his face) and bent down by one of the planks, prying off the twisted nails. The bespectacled smurf knew from past experience that there was really no point in trying to advise Clumsy with any task. He either forgot what he was told moments later or had trouble doing what he was told. Brainy clasped his hands behind his back and surveyed the various Smurfs working on the bridge.

"Smurfit!"

The curse echoed across the wooden bridge, causing many to drop their supplies in shock or giggle in amusement. Clumsy accidently slammed his hammer onto Brainy's foot when he jumped. Gritting his teeth, Brainy rubbed his throbbing toes and glowered at Clumsy, who smiled apologetically. His eyes then roamed towards the Smurf who had sworn.

It wasn't hard to find the offender-Grouchy Smurf was currently shaking out his swollen thumb. The Smurf was biting his bottom lip in an attempt to distract himself from his painful situation. Brainy rolled his eyes. "You know, if you actually lined up the hammer before you smurfed, this wouldn't happen."

"Smurf up, Brainy!" Grouchy snapped, in no mood to tolerate the ramblings of the village know-it-all.

"Really," Brainy continued, having not heard the mild warning. "I've told you dozens of times before. But no, you never listen to me, and now you've-"

As usual, he never got to finish his sentence. A collective cry of "Smurf up!" rose from the Smurfs milling about the bridge and with skill Grouchy smurfed Brainy over the wooden railing, across the sparkling creek and far into the forest.

Dangling upside-down in a thorn bush, Brainy was still. The small trickles of blood streaming down his arms were ignored as he stared blankly at the crystal blue sky. Normally, he would be throwing a fit, cursing Grouchy and complaining that no Smurf appreciated his brilliant knowledge.

But not now.

No, Brainy Smurf was sick. He was sick and tired of being smurfed out of the village three times a day. He was sick of landing in mud puddles, creeks and poison ivy clumps. He was tired of dragging his sore behind back to the village. He was tired of being told to smurf up. And when the Smurflings were around, he was sick of them mocking him.

As hard as he tried to get everyone to listen to him, to appreciate him...to respect him, it just wasn't working. It seemed the more he talked, the more he was ridiculed.

Fine. If his fellow Smurfs didn't want his valuable advice, so be it. They would lose their greatest intellect.

From now on, Brainy Smurf would not smurf a word.

Sooner or later, they would be begging for his advice, his knowledge. And if not...well, then maybe he would finally get some respect.

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It was about an hour before Brainy finally crawled back to the village, bleeding and bruised. He ignored the sympathetic smile from Smurfette and the snickers of Hefty and Gutsy. He simply went home, cleaned up and stayed inside for the rest of the day.

Dinner approached and Clumsy grew concerned. Uncertain if Brainy had made his way back from the forest, the uncoordinated Smurf made his way to his best friend's house. He knocked three times and the wooden door slowly creaked open. Brainy peered out at him. "Gee, Brainy! It's dinner time! Aren't ya hungry?"

The bespectacled Smurf shook his head and went to shut the door. Clumsy quickly halted it with his hand. "Are ya feeling all right?"

Brainy nodded, but did not speak. The silence was unnerving. "Uh...okay. I guess I'll smurf you later," Clumsy said awkwardly.

Without replying Brainy shut the door and Clumsy stared at the dark house for a moment before shrugging and heading off to the dining hall.

Perhaps Brainy would start feeling more like himself after a good night's rest.

...

Hefty was in the middle of the village early the next morning. He gripped a small axe in his hands and began splitting the wood Lumberjack Smurf brought him into smaller pieces. Sweat dripped down his brow and his teeth were gritted in concentration as he thrust the metal blade into the tough wood with all his strength. He tossed the pieces into a pile gathering by his side and glanced up when he heard footsteps following towards him.

"Oh, great," he muttered as Brainy walked towards him. "I wonder what it'll be this time. You're smurfing the wood the wrong way, Hefty Smurf! Or maybe, my method is way better than yours!"

Hefty scowled and waited for the usual nagging to begin. But to his surprise, Brainy simply bent down, gathered the wood and left without a word. Hefty blinked a few times before grinning.

"Hey, the day is already getting off to a smurfy start!"

...

"Pass the ball to me, Snappy!" Sassette called, running across the lush green grass and waving her hands in the air. Snappy stood a few yards away, a bright red ball clutched in his grip. Nat and Slouchy were closing in on the sarcastic Smurfling, ready to wrestle the ball from his hands.

Snappy lobbed the ball high over their heads and Sassette jumped as high as she could. The ball brushed her fingertips and continued to sail overhead.

Slouchy noticed the ball's air path. "Hey, Brainy! Duck!"

The intellect glanced up, but wasn't quick enough. The ball slammed into his face and sent him reeling backwards. His glasses flew off and landed in a patch of wet grass and the wood he had been carrying toppled to the ground.

"Great," Snappy muttered. "Now Mr. Annoying is gonna lecture us for the rest of the day!"

"Gee Brainy, are ya alright?" Sassette asked as she and her best friends ran up to the fallen Smurf.

"That was some smurf out," Slouchy remarked.

Brainy nodded and felt around for his glasses. Snappy picked them up and shoved them onto the elder Smurf's face. "There. Can you see now?"

Brainy blinked at them and nodded again. He started to gather up the wood he had dropped. The Smurflings stared at him. There was no yelling, no insults, no whining and no complaints. Brainy was acting as if nothing had happened.

"Hey, Brainy!" Snappy snapped. "Did that ball bonk mess with your smurf? What's wrong with you?"

"Snappy!" Sassette hissed.

Brainy just shrugged and picked up his last piece. He waved at the Smurflings before continuing on his way.

"That was weird," Nat commented.

"Don't question it, is what I say," Snappy said, retrieving their ball. "A quiet Brainy is a Brainy we can all get along with!"

The Smurflings giggled in agreement and continued their game.

...

Papa Smurf had been locked up in his lab for the past few days, brewing various potions and replenishing his stock. It took a great amount of concentration and everysmurf knew not to interrupt him during his brewing spells.

Papa had just finished bottling his last potion when a sudden realization struck him.

There was no whining. No cries of "Papa Smurf!" And probably the most worrying part was that Brainy hadn't stopped by once to pester and beg to be of assistance.

Papa exited his lab and nearly dropped dead right there. Brainy, who was known to 'advise' rather than actually assist most days, was lugging piles of wood to the storage house, where food and various other supplies were kept.

"Aye, it's quite a sight, is it nae?"

The Scottish accent of Gutsy Smurf interrupted his stunned gazing. "It certainly is. You didn't threaten him, did you?" Papa levelled him with a stern look.

Gutsy held up his hands in defense. "Nae at all. The little bugger started doing his fair share a few days ago. He has nae spoken a word, either! It's a nice change for all of us."

Concerned, Papa watched as Brainy walked right past a snoozing Lazy without even sparing the slumbering Smurf an irritated glare. Gutsy cheerfully walked off to do his own chores, leaving Papa to mull over Brainy's drastic and sudden personality change.

...

Clumsy was not enjoying Brainy's newfound silence like the other Smurfs. In fact, he found it rather frightening. No matter how many times he tried to engage his best friend in a conversation or how many times he tripped and knocked them both to the ground, Brainy stayed silent. Clumsy was hoping Brainy would phase back into his normal self, but it didn't look like it would happen anytime soon.

He knocked on Papa Smurf's door late that night. Papa Smurf opened it and smiled warmly. "Hello, Clumsy. What can I smurf for you?"

Clumsy rocked back on his heels. "Gee, Papa, I'm worried about Brainy. He's been acting kinda odd lately, and he won't even smurf me his quotes anymore!"

Papa rubbed his chin. "That is worrisome. I was planning on smurfing to Brainy's tomorrow, but perhaps it would be best if I talked to him sooner rather than later."

"Will ya fix him, Papa Smurf?" Clumsy asked hopefully. He wanted his best friend back.

Papa chuckled. "I can certainly try to see what the problem is."

Relieved, Clumsy skipped home. Papa closed the door to his house and made his way to Brainy's mushroom. The lights were off, save for the dim glow of a candle in the windowsill. Papa knocked gently on the wooden door and soon it opened. Brainy glanced at him and smiled tiredly.

"Good evening, Brainy. I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

Brainy shook his head. He stared expectantly at Papa, obviously waiting for his elder to tell him why he had paid a late-night visit. "Brainy...are you feeling okay?" Papa asked carefully.

Brainy blinked and nodded. The silence stretched into the night air and Papa stared thoughtfully at his little Smurf. He truly seemed alright. Perhaps this was one of his little stunts to get more attention. But just in case, he would keep an eye on his little Smurf.

"Brainy, you know you can always talk to me if you feel unsmurfy, right?"

Another nod.

"Good night, Brainy. Sweet dreams."

...

It was well into the third week when the rest of the Smurfs started to feel uncomfortable around the new Brainy. At first, the silence was like a gift. No more irritating prattling or nagging or Brainy being Brainy.

And that was the problem. The village was an odd environment without Brainy's voice constantly filling the air, and it was definitely strange without seeing the bespectacled Smurf fly overhead with his cry of "Papa Smurf!"

Papa tried to find out what was wrong with his little Smurf, but Brainy would not speak. The Smurf leader even considered using a potion to solve the mystery, but then decided against it.

Clumsy had finally realized that Brainy would probably never talk, especially if pressured, and had simply adjusted to hanging with his best friend in silence. It was unnerving, but at least Clumsy could keep an eye on him. He held hope that one day Brainy would snap out of it.

It was dinnertime. Brainy and Clumsy sat at one end of the long wooden picnic-style tables, the former eating his soup quietly. The Smurflings were pelting crackers at the back of his head, hoping to gain some sort of reaction. All the bespectacled Smurf ever did was stare blankly at any Smurf who attempted to engage him in conversation. His responses were nods, shakes and shrugs.

Hefty and Gutsy, who had enjoyed the peace, were now irritated. They believed for the longest time that Brainy was doing this as a gag, but they decided that there was no way that he would stay silent for this long just as a gag. Jokey, maybe, but not Brainy.

"Okay, something is smurfing wrong with him!" Hefty muttered, glowering at Brainy at the other end of the table.

Smurfette furrowed her brow in concern. "We've tried everything to get Brainy to speak to us. I wonder what happened to make him smurf up like this."

Grouchy, who was sitting across from them, dropped his fork as sudden understanding descended upon him. "That little bugger."

Smurfette frowned at the language and Gutsy arched an eyebrow. "What is it, lad?"

"I smurfed him out of the village a few smurfs ago. I can't believe I didn't remember this sooner...that's when Brainy stopped talking."

Hefty shook his head in disbelief. "Are you telling me this is one big pout?"

"Not even Brainy would mope for this long," Smurfette pointed out. "Maybe he's genuinely hurt."

"He's never complained before!" Hefty protested.

"There's no point. You three wouldn't listen anyways."

"Well then, if we caused this, we'll fix it," Gutsy said firmly.

"Yeah," Hefty agreed.

"Something we should have smurfed before," Grouchy added.

Smurfette watched in curiosity as the three Smurfs got up and strode over to Brainy. The brainiac peered up at them and blinked.

Gutsy crossed his arms. "Yeh get two warnings lad," he drawled. "No more than that."

"Start smurfing!" Grouchy demanded. "I hate non-smurfers!"

A glint of surprise flashed across his face, but he didn't say anything.

"Last warning. Start. Smurfing." Hefty cracked his knuckles.

Concerned, Papa pushed his plate away and prepared himself to intervene if necessary.

"Yeh asked for it," Gutsy growled.

The three quickly tackled Brainy to the ground and pinned him down-where they then started tickling his sides relentlessly.

"HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! KNOCK IT OFF!"

The familiar voice was a great joy to hear for all the Smurfs sitting in the dining hall. Brainy giggled hysterically, wiggling in a desperate attempt to escape their grip and avoid the tickling fingers.

"CUT IT OUT! HA! HA! HAHAHA!"

Satisfied, the three Smurfs stopped. Brainy caught his breath and glared up at them. "What the smurf is wrong with you?"

"He speaks!" Hefty exclaimed, hands thrown in the air.

Brainy scowled. "You were pretty happy when I didn't smurf a word."

"And then it got creepy," Grouchy muttered. "I hate creepiness."

"Smurf Village is nae a village without yeh t' natter and nag us." Gutsy punched Brainy in the arm playfully. "As irritating as yeh can get, we would nae change a thing. Well..."

"Smurf up," Brainy muttered, climbing to his feet and rubbing his sore sides. "Papa..."

Papa Smurf had never been happier to hear that familiar whine. "Yes, Brainy?"

"They assaulted me!"

"It was called for," Grouchy defended. "And if you pull another smurfing stunt like that again, we'll be back."

Gutsy wiggled his fingers menacingly and Brainy ducked behind Clumsy. "I get the point."

He had to admit that being silent for such a long time was boring and rather agonizing. He was a Smurf who talked, and it made him who he was. At least now he knew the others accepted that of him, even if it annoyed them to no end.

A contented pause filled the dining hall, broken by a startled shriek from the Smurflings when Brainy threw the rest of his now-cold soup at them. "That's for smurfing me with crackers!"

Chef buried his face in his hands. "Not again!"