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Request is by Chloe.

Just a Dreamer

Dreamy Smurf awoke like he usually did, with a bright grin and a clear recollection of the night's dream. Eagerly he scribbled down his dream in an old, worn-out notebook. It had been a good one-it involved a machine that had wheels and it could move all by itself. It was wonderful.

"I can't wait to tell-" Dreamy started to exclaim before falling short. Hesitantly he glanced out his window to see everysmurf already hard at work.

Lately, whenever he tried to tell others about his dreams he was met with amusement. The Smurfs either teased him or just laughed outright in his face. Perhaps his dreams had been getting more and more outrageous, but for Smurf's sake! They didn't laugh at Handy when he proposed that idea of the weather machine.

Well...okay, they did (he was ashamed to have been one of the doubters) but everyone stopped snickering when Handy proudly showed them his invention.

Dreamy smiled in determination. If Handy could build a weather-smurfing machine then he could help him build his wonderful contraption. Then no one would be laughing at him!

Except for perhaps Jokey, but he laughed at everysmurf.

Whistling, Dreamy left his house and practically skipped towards Handy's workshop. He passed Hefty and the burly Smurf arched an eyebrow at him. "You're acting particularly cheery this morning. Let me guess, another dream?"

"Of course!" Dreamy grinned. "I was in this meadow and the sun was shining and-"

Aware that Dreamy could go on forever about his fantasies, Hefty held up a hand. "That's great. But what's so smurfy about some meadow?"

"Oh! I was riding this smurfy vehicle through the meadow," Dreamy explained excitedly. "It had two wheels and it was moving by itself! I just had to steer it."

Hefty felt his lips twitch. "Oh really?"

"Yeah! It could move with some machine that propelled it across the land. I decided to call it a motor-smurfer."

Hefty tried not to laugh, he truly did. But the idea seemed so ridiculous that he couldn't help but burst into laughter, holding his stomach and falling to the ground in hysterics. Burning with humiliation, Dreamy turned on his heel and stormed off, Hefty's chortles echoing behind him.

Handy will understand.

He reached Handy's workshop and he rapped on the wooden door. "Come in," the tool-savvy Smurf called.

Dreamy entered the shop to see Handy fixing up Farmer's wheelbarrow. "Good morning, Handy."

The fix-it Smurf smiled at him. "Good morning, Dreamy. Can I help you with something?"

"Well, yes, actually. You see, I had a dream of a machine that had two wheels, a handlebar and it could move by itself! I was wondering if you could help me actually create the motor-smurfer when you have time."

"The motor-smurfer?" Handy repeated in disbelief. "What the smurf are you talking about?"

Dreamy struggled to think of an example. "Well...it's kind of like that wheelbarrow. Except it has two wheels, like I said, and a seat right here. It's also skinnier and it can move by itself with some sort of..."

"Smurfer?" Handy supplied.

"Yeah, that's it!"

"Gee, Dreamy, I'd like to help you out, but I'm up to my smurfs in work. And to be honest, I don't know if that invention is even worth the effort."

"Why the smurf not?" Dreamy demanded. "You spent a lot of time making that weather-smurfing machine."

"That's because it was useful to us until it went haywire." Handy frowned slightly at the remembrance of Poet and Farmer beating the machine (and each other) up. "I just don't see what use this motor-smurfer would have."

"Transportation," Dreamy cried. "We wouldn't have to walk everywhere."

"That would mean I would have to make one for everysmurf. I just don't have the supplies or the time. I'm sorry Dreamy, and please don't take this personally, but I think your dreams are meant to be just that-dreams."

The Smurf froze.

I think your dreams are meant to be just that-dreams.

So, it was fine and smurfy for Handy to live out his dreams, but he couldn't? What was the point of dreaming if they stayed dreams? Didn't his dreams mean anything? Oh, of course not, considering everysmurf just laughed at him.

Dreamy ignored Handy's desperate apologies and stormed home. At the moment, he didn't care if he got in trouble with Papa Smurf because he didn't complete his chores.

Right now, he was heartbroken.

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Handy Smurf felt incredibly guilty. He hadn't meant to hurt Dreamy. And yet Dreamy was the only Smurf (asides from Papa) missing from the dining hall.

He wasn't the only one who noticed this.

"Where's Dreamy?" Smurfette asked in concern from her spot beside Handy.

The fix-it Smurf swallowed nervously and avoided her gaze. "I don't know."

Brainy, who was sitting across from them, noted his nervous movements. "You know something! Smurf it up or I'll tell Papa Smurf that-"

Sassette, who was sitting to Handy's right, picked up a handful of mashed potatoes and waved it in the air warningly. Brainy hastily smurfed up and slunk lower on the bench.

Clumsy frowned thoughtfully. "Dreamy wasn't looking so good when I passed by him this morning."

Handy winced. "Er...what do you mean?"

"He was all sad and miserable looking. I tried asking him what was wrong, but he didn't answer me."

"What did you do?" Brainy demanded as Handy allowed his head to bang off the table.

"I may have told him in a moment of real idiocy that his dreams should stay dreams," Handy muttered.

Clumsy and Sassette gasped. Smurfette whacked Handy on the shoulder and made a noise of outrage. Brainy shrugged. "Well, his dreams are rather illogical and smurfed up."

"You take that back!" Sassette snapped, flinging herself over the table and tackling Brainy to the ground.

When Papa Smurf entered the dining hall a minute later it was to see Brainy being beaten upon by Sassette and Smurfette furiously berating Handy, whose head seemed to be glued to the wooden table.

Baffled, Papa hollered, "Quiet!"

The hall went silent. Papa crossed his arms and frowned sternly at the group that was causing a ruckus. "Well? What is the reason for this unsmurfy behaviour?"

"Sorry, Papa." Smurfette grabbed Handy by the arm and jerked him upright. "We'll take this outside."

"That's not what I-" Papa started to say but Smurfette was already dragging Handy out the door.

"Okay," Brainy hissed to Sassette, who was sitting on his back and holding him down. "I take it back! Dreamy's dreams are smurfy!"

Sassette climbed off of him and met the frowning gaze of her Pappy. "Uh...Brainy had a spider on him. I got it, though."

Clumsy blinked as Sassette skipped out of the hall and Brainy clambered to his feet. "Uh...what just happened?"

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In order to avoid a concerned visit from Papa Smurf Dreamy ventured out of his house the next day. His normally cheerful mood was heavily subdued. He slumped across the village and half-heartedly did his chores. His journal was stuffed in the bottom of his trunk so he wouldn't have to look at it again.

Handy's words affected him greatly. Dreamy realized that out of all the dreams he had he only made a handful come to reality. Even some of those had failed. And if everysmurf thought his dreams were ridiculous, then who was he to say that they weren't?

Sassette skipped up to Dreamy as he was painting his house. "Have any smurfy dreams last night?" she asked hopefully.

Dreamy shook his head. "I don't think I'll be having any dreams for a while, Sassy," he said sadly.

The redhead bit her lip. "Ah, Dreamy! Ya can't let what Handy said get to you. He didn't mean to hurt your feelings and I don't agree with him!"

"I do," Dreamy sighed. "Everysmurf is right. My dreams will never come true."

"Don't say that!" Sassette cried. "Cause if your dreams don't come true, then why should mine?"

Dreamy did not answer. Sassette sighed. "Well, I tried. Intervention!"

Dreamy glanced up in surprise as Smurfette, Brainy and Clumsy seemed to come out of nowhere. "What-?"

Brainy kicked open Dreamy's door and Smurfette ushered him inside. Sassette closed the door behind them and rolled her eyes when Clumsy tripped over the rug and went sprawling onto Dreamy's bed.

"What the smurf is going on?" Dreamy demanded.

Smurfette crossed her arms and glared at him. "We've come to make you see that you're acting ridiculous."

"Oh, smurfy. First my dreams are ridiculous and now I'm ridiculous. You know, I'm getting sick of that word."

Sassette widened her eyes pleadingly. "It's no fun seeing you so sad! I like it when you're bright and cheery and all smurfy!"

Dreamy pouted. "Well, my dreams have been broken."

"Then fix them," Brainy said dryly.

"Dreamy, you shouldn't give up your dreams," Smurfette urged. "They're a part of you. A Dreamy Smurf that doesn't dream isn't a Smurf at all."

"But everysmurf laughs at me!"

"That's cause they don't understand," Sassette explained. "Sometimes only your dreams make sense to you."

"Yeah," Clumsy agreed. "Like Brainy's dream to become Papa Smurf's apprentice. Did that make sense to ya?"

After everysmurf had gotten over the shock of Clumsy making the connections, Dreamy shook his head. "Actually...it didn't. I didn't understand why someone would want to pour over books all day and all night and spend so much time working."

"And everyone thought Brainy's dream to become Papa's apprentice was ridiculous," Smurfette pointed out. "No Smurf ever thought he would actually be chosen."

Brainy scowled. "Thanks for the support."

"Oh, hush. Brainy, how hard did you have to work to get Papa to take you on?"

The bespectacled Smurf thought. "Well...it took a lot of begging and pleading, and eventually I realized I had to show I was worthy for the job. I couldn't just grovel for it."

Smurfette beamed. "You see? It didn't matter that no Smurf believed in Brainy. He believed in himself. And sometimes that's all that matters. Never give up on your dreams, Dreamy Smurf. No matter what anysmurf says."

"Besides, we believe in you!" Sassette chimed.

Dreamy thought for a moment before a wide smile broke across his face. "You're right! No one has the right to tell me how I should dream. Thanks for this. I really needed this talk."

"Anytime," Smurfette said cheerily. "It hurt to see you acting so sad. And Handy really is sorry."

"Very sorry," a voice called from outside.

Startled, Dreamy rushed to the window and glanced out. "Handy? What the smurf are you doing under my window?"

"Well, hiding from Papa, first of all. He still wants to know why Smurfette was so angry and why Sassette was smurfing up Brainy. I don't really want to tell him the reason...and I came to say I'm really sorry for acting like such a smurfing jerk. Don't listen to me, Dreamy. I had no right to say what I did."

"Ah, it's all right. I forgive you. But..."

"Yeah?"

"I would forgive you even more if you help me make my motor-smurfer," Dreamy said hopefully.

Handy laughed. "Sure thing, pal. Do the rest of you want to help?"

"Of course!" Sassette cried gleefully.

"It'll be fun," Smurfette agreed.

Clumsy nodded eagerly and made for the door.

Brainy followed with a baffled expression. "What the smurf is a motor-smurfer?"