Wow, I didn't expect to be updating so frequently! but it's like everytime I'm near the computer, the words just slide out :P let's hope it stays that way, huh?

Well, heeeere's chapter three!


It's been a long day. Brainy had been following Papa Smurf around like a hyperactive 6 year old, talking and talking like there's no tomorrow. "Let me know when you start packing, I can help!", "Let's write a book about our trip!", "two whole weeks, just us intellectuals…and Clumsy" And so on and so forth.

Handling Clumsy was a lot easier; he just wanted to know if they have rocks on the Mountains, and when he was assured that indeed they do, off he went on his merry way to do…whatever it is he does all day besides colliding with inanimate objects.

Papa Smurf instructed Tailor to prepare tuxedos for Clumsy, Brainy and himself, and Tailor called them in one by one for measurements. Brainy went in first, while Papa Smurf savored his few minutes of blessed silence.

Then it was Clumsy's turn. Luckily for Papa Smurf, Brainy stayed inside during Clumsy's measurements, most likely to criticize Tailor's techniques.

A few more minutes passed, and Clumsy went back outside. Unfortunately, Brainy stayed in Tailor's house, waiting for Papa.

"So," Brainy began, as Tailor measured Papa Smurf from head to toe, obsessing over every inch, "What's the occasion, anyway? A Chess game? Wedding? Bar-Mitzva?"

"A birthday party. Now please, Brainy, let Tailor concentrate-"

"Whose? Anyone I know? Oh, it must be Homnibus! Is it Homnibus?" It was obvious from the way he talked that Brainy was over excited. And Papa will have to deal with that on a daily basis until they finally leave.

"My friend Gilliam and his wife are celebrating their daughter Lilith's 100th birthday." Papa Smurf answered and sagged with exasperation, only to be yelled at by Tailor to stay still.

"So what's with all the formality? It's just a birthday party." Brainy stated, trying to sound as scornful as possible.

"They're royalty, Brainy. Gilliam is king of the Ice Mountains. That's why I want you to be on your best behavior, do you understand? This is going to be a sophisticated, quiet affair. And for the love of all that is smurf, don't try forcing anyone to read your books!" Papa Smurf cried in distress. He couldn't imagine what a catastrophe it would be to have Brainy running around the palace giving out copies of his 'memorable' quotes to everyone in sight.

"I never force anysmurf to-" Brainy started to protest, but a serious look from Papa silenced him. "Alright, I won't. I promise." He said quietly, looking at the ground. That was a bit of a buzz kill.

"Good. Now go outside and let Tailor finish his work. You still have some chores to smurf to, I believe."

"Yes sir." Brainy mumbled and made his way out.

Papa Smurf smiled to himself as Brainy closed the door. Brainy's a good kid, he knew that. He was just trying too hard.


I know the Bar-Mitza joke was stupid, but it was late when I wrote it and it cracked me up!

I just love how Brainy is adorably ANNOYING. I'm sure I wouldn't stand him in real life, but somehow, watching this little humbug bothering everyone just makes me want to squeeze him!