I Smurf to Canada

Chapter 2

It took a couple long days to get from Ontario to British Columbia on the other side of the country. But, I guess it was worth it. We were finally resting in our little hotel room, and Francesca didn't have to listen to me ramble on about how amazing the Peace Bridge was anymore. I'd talked about it most of the way and I wouldn't be surprised if she'd swerved off the road just to shut me up.

It was Sunday morning now and we were sitting on the bed in our tiny little single-bed hotel room watching TV. We were lucky enough to find a classic cartoon special on one of the channels and jumped for joy when Alvin and the Chipmunks and The Smurfs came on. Of course we watched the other cartoons but, those two shows have always been our favorites.

"Haha! Jokey..." Francesca laughed at one of the smurf character's pranks as she took a bite out of the peanut butter sandwich she was eating for breakfast.

"You know, The Smurfs would be way better if they had continued it into the Raven Child stories." I said and began to sketch something random in the sketch book I'd layed on the nightstand the night before.

"I know!" she exclaimed. "The Chipmunks too." Then she noted my sketching. "Whatchya drawin'?"

"That." I pointed to the city view in the window. "Wanna head out there and look around sometime today?"

"Sure. But we HAVE to finish watching the cartoon special." she said, pointing a finger at me and taking another bite of her sandwich.

"Alright. I want to finish this sketch and straighten my hair anyway."

Content, Francesca leaned back against the pillows and continued to watch the TV.

After cartoons, breakfast, and about an hour and a half of dressing and primping in the mirror, we were out sight-seeing in the local and surrounding cities.

We visited plenty of stores and of course, got on peoples' nerves a little bit. Fran's good at that. But, the one thing that really struck me were the skyscrapers.

They were all so tall and glassy and just plain beautiful. Each one seemed to reflect off of another so if I looked up at one I could see the sky from all different angles. They were fascinating to me and I wished I had been able to see them my whole life.

But, now, it was lunch time. I'd have to wait until later to fantasize about the scenery again. We headed to a japanese place that the locals said was a nice stop for lunch.

"You go chill at a table and I'll go order. I'll find you when I come with the food." Francesca told me when we walked in.

"Ok. Don't order the whole resturant." I joked.

"I don't eat that much!"

I laughed and went to find a table. On the way I couldn't help but notice a gem hanging on a wall above the front ordering counter that Fran was standing in by. It was a blue stone in a dragon-like carving that blended nicely with the resturaunt colors and decorations. I wondered where it could have come from, as I hadn't seen a gem so pretty before.

After a while I found a table and Fran came back with our food. Once we finished eating we left a desent tip and went to a close by park for a walk. I decided to strike up a chat on the gem.

"Did you see that gem in there? I swear it looked just like the one from..."

Fran stopped me mid-sentence. "Savannah, you wish! It's just a story. Sad, but it is."

"I know, I know! I'm just sayin'. It was awful similar." I gave her a small smile and we continued to walk through the park.

We hung out doing nonsense for another 40 minutes before it caught my eye.

Something flickering by the bushes me and Fran we sitting near. I thought it was my eyes playing tricks on me at first but after seeing it a couple of times I decided to watch that one area. I gave up once more after a while and struck up another short chat with Francesca, but she quickly lost interest and started stare at the 'cute Canadian boys'. So, I looked back at the bushes.

I immediately froze and stared.

Blue, short little things, wearing black leather motorcycle suits. they hadn't noticed us yet. I had to be hallucinating. Was it the Japanese food?

"F-Fran..." I held her head and directed it to look where I was looking.

By the look on her face I knew she saw it too. Whether we were crazy and seeing things or not, we knew what they were. Oh, ya. We knew.

Smurfs.