Me: GRAAAHHHH!

Gutsy: Woah there, lassie.

Sassette: Jumpin' Jackrabbits, what's got you all fired up?

Me: deleted my author's note! Well, this explains why I have no reviews!

Snappy: Oh. That's bad, right?

Me: RAAAWWWRRRRRR!

Brainy: Meep... I suggest we get on with the reviews, because Papa always says "better late than never" and Papa Smurf is...

Grouchy: Do you WANT to die? FIRST REVIEW!

Smithy chapter 2 . Sep 24

Well, that's interesting. I always liked Johan because he's brave and has a whole lot of gallantry. In some fan-fics, he's royalty. I just hope that awful Dame Barbara isn't included, 'cause I really do not like her, in fact, I hate her.

Grouchy: I HATE Dame Barbara!

Me: No, she's not in here. This story focuses more on the Smurfs.

Johan: Why, thank you! I always appreciate a loyal fan.

Smurfs: JOHAN!

Me: Yeah, he came here to "give our loyal reviewers the recognition they deserve". *Cough* Fishingforfangirls *Cough*.

FrittzyCrazy chapter 2 . Sep 24

Hate? Hmmm... I Could give Grouchy Hate. But, I reserve My hate for all the people (My self included) whom forgot To review this Story! Do you think ONE Is funny Gutsy? Does that Mean ONE Kick in The Head is Funny? Because Believe me, You could get more than just ONE. Boy, Grouhy's... well, He's a Grouch! Oh, and If you Have any Smurfs that are Out of line, Just send 'em over. I can Give 'em What for. I can't give you any Criticism, seeing as you Write Fantastic Stories. Please Update Soon!

Me: Aw! She's offering to ferociously maim my enemies! She's so sweet! Isn't she sweet?

Gutsy: HEFTY! I thought you would stop her from reviewing! Can't you do anything right?

Hefty: I thought I destroyed her computer! And her room!

Gutsy: I thought I told you to wack her on the head again! It made her forget the first time!

Hefty: I thou -

Me: Ahem.

Gusty: GAH! I mean - Uh, we didnt'...

Papa: Normally, I would punish you both, but it seems Miss Crazy would be more than willing to do so for me.

Hefty: WAAAHHH!

Me: Quick, before they wet their pants! NEXT!

babysmurfrock chapter 2 . Sep 24

Awesome chapter. Sorry I couldn't review sooner I have been busy with school. I am trying to get all A's because if I do I get to the smurf store. But I like the story please update soon. *kisses grouchy on the cheek* smurf y'all later

Smurfette: Hey, back off! IN this story, Grouchy's MINE!

Hefty: Cat fight, cat fight, cat fight!

Me: They just keep digging their own graves...

Snappy: You're not really adverse to pushing them in, though.

Me: Tee Hee!

Here's The Plan chapter 2 . Sep 24

Again, simple, and that's fine. This seems like a cute little story, no need to make it seem complicated :)
You're very good at adding in interactions with others, and not just the main characters (as seen when you introduced the chapter with Smurfette talking with Gutsy and Hefty, and many times in your other stories) and that's really good. Keeps the characters involved, and I'm sure it helps write out ideas.
Keep it up :D

Me: Thanks! I plan on adding some more interactions later on. None in this chapter, though. It's kind of pointless, actually.

Smurfette: Well, I certainly don't like it.

Me: That's just because of the last part.

Grouchy: I don't hate her advice.

Brainy: Wow, the next review is short.

Me: I like to thing of it as the cute little period at the end of the sentence.

CookieMonsterismyfriend chapter 2 . Nov 30

MORE! It's cute

Me: Very well, my friend. Er, Cookie Monster's friend. Gutsy, you're dying soon, do the disclaimer!

Gusty: Smurfs belong to Peyo - I'M WHAT?


Smurfette. Was. Not. Happy. She had mud in her shoes, twigs in her hair, and the basket she and Grouchy had borrowed from farmer's field on their way out of the sarsaparilla patch had left a series of bloody scratches on her arm. Her only consolation was that Grouchy was most likely suffering from a similar collection of horrors, a collection that would grow once she managed to get him to take a turn carrying the smurfing basket.

However, even if she had the comfort of knowing the smurf was probably dripping with as much misery as she was, there was nothing she could do to improve her situation. She just had to put on a brave face and get through the day as quickly as possible, so she could head to the castle and gloat to Savina. She glanced over at Grouchy, who was walking beside her, mercifully silent. Good. Less reason for her to kill him later.

As the River Smurf appeared on Smurfette's right, she turned and walked towards it. She didn't exactly know what Dropwort was, but she knew plants tended to grow by water. A strong, calloused hand wrapped around her arm, stopping her. She turned around to tell Grouchy to let go, and perhaps to maybe slap him a bit, only to find him with his mouth twisted somewhere between a sneer and his usual snarl. The look making chills dance up and down her spine, she shuddered.

"What are you doing?" she snapped, sufficiently creeped out.

Grouchy raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing?"

Smurfette frowned. "Looking for Dropwort." She left the obligatory, "It's obvious, you blithering numbskull," off at the end.

Grouchy threw back his head and laughed. It was the strangest sound Smurfette had ever heard. It was deep and throaty, and a little like thunder during a particularly destructive storm. She might have appreciated the noise more if it hadn't been occurring at her expense.

"You've no idea what Dropwort is, do you?" Smurfette felt her pretty features turn pink, shamefaced as her lack of competence for her chosen chore was made obvious. Grouchy actually let a smile tug at the corners of his mouth; he was genuinely happy to see the girl so uncomfortable. Smurfette saw the grin as it died just a few moments after appearing on Grouchy's face, and feeling her temper flash red-hot once again, she raised her chin up and challenged the accusation.

"Of course I do!"

"Oh? Well then, don't let me stop you. Carry on." Dropping her arm and stepping to the side, he gave Smurfette a deep, mocking bow. Turning her nose up in the air, Smurfette stomped- no, marched with purpose- right past the pathetic excuse for a smurf.

However, it's actually rather hard to see where you're going with your head tilted back. Smurfette marched purposefully right into a tree not twenty paces from where she'd started.

Pain crackled across Smurfette's cranium. With a startled shriek, she collapsed. She heard the basket bounce across the ground as she watched stars dance across her eyes. For a few minutes, she was content to simply lie there and fight off the black mist encroaching her vision, and Grouchy was satisfied to watch her and be smug.

Eventually, a set of footsteps started making the ground vibrate, causing Smurfette's jaw to twitch in annoyance. The pain in her head, which had reduced itself to a dull throb, flared white-hot again as a pair of arms came up from behind, hooked underneath her own, and pulled her into a sitting position. She listened to the smurf as she blinked the newly reformed foggy haze away from her eyesight.

"Okay, maybe I wasn't being entirely fair. If we had been looking for Water Dropwort, then a damp bog would have been the place to look. I suppose a river wouldn't have been too far off. Ya know, if we were in Asia."

Smurfette, still able to feel her skull vibrate, twisted around to ask Grouchy if he would mind getting his filthy paws off her, only to see an expression of horror so complete it was nearly comical dawn on his face. He stared down at her pleadingly.

"Do you know anything about medicinal plants?" he half asked, half begged for reassurance.

Smurfette's blank stare was his answer. Grouchy let her slip from his grasp, and flung his hands up into the air, dropping her onto the ground that she was getting to know a little too personally.

"You're an idiot," he proclaimed. "A complete dunderhead of a woman."

Smurfette growled, the sound angry and deep. She'd had enough of Grouchy's attitude to last a lifetime and a half. Her legs jerked as if they were caught in a violent spasm, desperately trying to land a blow on the scumbag's shin. Unfortunately, it was harder than it looked, and Smurfette only managed to nick his ankle with the edge of her shoe.

To Grouchy's credit, he didn't even wince. Instead, he continued to babble on. "Fern Leaf Dropwort, or Filipendula Vulgaris, usually sprouts up on dry land and rocks. It's got a tall, rigid stem, and white flowers, and it's used to cure minor pain and headaches caused by irritating Smurfettes who make messes and bury other people in them."

Smurfette gaped at Grouchy's bulbous blue nose. Eventually realizing that, yes, it had been Grouchy who'd spoken, her vacant, empty gaze soon morphed into one of surprise. Temporarily abandoning her indignation at the derogatory names she'd been called, she allowed her shock to present itself on her face. It was common knowledge that the man was exceedingly dense, bordering on illiterate. So how in smurf did he know plant trivia?

Grouchy coughed awkwardly, obviously embarrassed, he himself granting Smurfette more of a reaction than she could manage with her long, sharp heels. What a bizarre smurf.

Even more unusual was his apparent possession of some type of working grey matter between his ears. Stranger still was the fact that everyone had obviously managed to convince themselves that Grouchy was as thick as a slab of granite without any proof.

"What?" he snapped. Smurfette realized she'd been staring. "I can read, you know, despite what nasty assumptions the rest of you fools have thought up," he griped, as if reading Smurfette's mind.

Humiliated and a little ashamed, Smurfette stuttered out a quiet apology and scrambled to her feet. Expecting a sarcastic quip, Smurfette was pleasantly surprised when Grouchy simply turned and walked away, picking up the forgotten basket while he did so. Perhaps she hadn't made such a bad choice partnering up with Grouchy after all. At least he apparently knew what he was doing.

Well, maybe he had a modicum of decency after all. To prevent another conflict from sprouting up again, Smurfette stayed silent the entire walk to Smurfgrass Field. Soon enough they were stepping on wild flowers and weeds as much as they were soft green grass and oak leaves.

They stopped beneath a clump of tall, white flowered plants that looked exactly like Grouchy had described.

For a moment, nothing happened. The two stared up at the plant, but made no move to retrieve its petals. Smurfette looked at Grouchy curiously, as it seemed he had decided that the best, most productive thing to do would be to drop the basket, lean up against a rock, and cross his arms, effectively adopting his favorite position. At least, assuming he could have favorites. "Well?" she asked.

He opened one eye and stared at her. "Well?" he mocked her vague request for help.

Smurfette studied him for a moment, before shrugging and turning back to the Dropwort. Looking up and squinting into the sun, Smurfette stretched her arms above her head and grasped the stalk in her delicate hands, hoisting herself onto the stem. Gripping the bottom of the plant awkwardly with her heels, she began to scale up the stalk like she'd seen Hefty climb up a rope.

Now, many young women like to dress in skirts. Moreover, any girl who has worn a dress of any kind knows that there are some things you simply cannot do when you're not wearing pants. Jumping on trampolines, using ladders… in essence, just generally being above people. Especially if there's a young man standing beneath you.

Hearing the harsh rustling of Dropwort stalks, Grouchy's eyes peeled open and flickered up to the top of the plant, where Smurfette had just grabbed a clump of ivory flowers. She hoped they would still be okay if they were a little crumpled….

Grouchy's scream of horror echoed through the forest, startling a nearby family of gophers, a flock of birds flying overhead, and Smurfette. The young woman's fingers fumbled, breaking her already shaky hold. With a cry of surprise, though she scrambled to reseize the Dropwort, she plummeted down to earth with all the speed and grace of a thick clay pot.

The two connected in a hodgepodge of thrashing limbs and bucking bodies. When the dust settled, Smurfette was crushing Grouchy beneath her, still screaming. Her breath came in shallow, quick gasps as she tried to calm down. After a surprisingly helpful stern look from Grouchy, she relaxed enough to begin cautiously unraveling their tangled figures. They'd both had the wind knocked out of them, and Grouchy had a bloody nose, but other than that, neither of them seemed to have any critical injuries. Bruised and one-half bloody, the pair sat down propped themselves up on their elbows.

"Got the flowers." With a small, victorious grin, Smurfette lifted up a shaky hand that miraculously still clutched the tiny, ground-up petals.

Grouchy closed his eyed and moaned. "I hate you," he said, "so much."

Smurfette's smile slipped off her face. She let her hand slump to her side as rolled her eyes. "The feeling's mutual, bonehead."


Me: Gosh, deja vu. Second time I've written the second author's note. Frittzy, I don't need Hefty or Gutsy again except for the A/Ns, so they're free game.

Hefty: RUN, Gutsy, RUN.

Gutsy: I'M RUNNING.

Me: R&R!