Hello! frostforge44 here, again! You've all been so nice with your reviews, so I'll answer them.
Chloe- I know, I thought it would be a good idea to have the Smurfette have a special relationship with Baby Smurf.
flowerpower71- I know, I'm still kind of new to publishing on this site. I'll try to do better, but thank you for the compliment on Crafty's name.
Crafty: Yeah. Thanks a lot. And girl, don't worry about it. I know more than half of the people on this site had to have made that mistake more than once-OWW!
Baby: (giggles and yanks on Crafty's hair)
Gutsy: (chuckles) Aww, lassie. He likes you!
Crafty: (winces) Yeah. But I just wish that the "Hair Yanking" addition didn't come with the "Baby Smurf SAD" package! How long is he going to be like this?
Don't worry, my little blue friend, you get a way to help with Baby's...erm...obsession.
Oh! Btw, please excuse Crafty's behavior in the last disclaimer. As you can see, she's incredibly independent and a back-sasser! (glares at Crafty)
Crafty: Shesh. Argue with the author one time about paint color ideas and suddenly you're a back-sasser.
Papa: Hush now, you two. You both need to smurf the disclaimer, first. Remember?
OH! Thanks, Papa!
Papa: Me and my little Smurfs belong to Peyo.
Crafty: I belong to frostforge44
Gutsy: Great! Let's get on with story, already!
"Uh…Smurfette?"
"Yes, Crafty?"
"Would you smurf me a huge favor?"
"Of course, Crafty. What is it you need?"
"You wouldn't happen to know how to braid hair, would you?"
Smurfette gasped in happiness. "Of course I do! Oh, I would love to braid your hair!"
"Good. Because I think I might need it."
Smurfette frowned, "Why?"
Crafty winced as Baby had a handful of her hair and yanked. He giggled and hugged it, then yanked again.
"Need I smurf more?" Crafty hissed in pain.
"Oh, Baby! We don't smurf hair like that! It's not nice!"
"I'm so sorry, Crafty," Papa apologized. "Baby can be mischievous at times."
"It's not his fault, Papa. I think I'll feel better though when he can't really get to it."
"Of course, come on!" Smurfette grabbed her hand and rushed to her mushroom.
"I'll be out in a bit for that tour, Clumsy!"
"Uh ok, Crafty!"
Once inside, Smurfette left to get a brush from her vanity. Crafty took that time to look around. The walls were painted pink and had some vases with many flowers. She could tell that Smurfette was more girly than she was by a long shot.
"Crafty! Could you come here? I'm ready to get started," Smurfette called from her bedroom.
Crafty sighed and went to Smurfette's bedroom. Smurfette had a brush in hand and was ready to brush.
"Let's get this over with," Crafty sighed as she sat in a nearby chair and sat down while setting Baby next to her on the floor. She waited for the impending doom and pain.
It's not that she didn't like people brushing her hair. She actually felt relaxed when anyone did it, though she couldn't remember why. The only problem is that her hair is a complete rat's nest.
Smurfette tried to run her brush through Crafty's hair, but it was indeed very difficult and very painful. Crafty yelped as the brush raked through her hair.
"This is going to be harder than I smurfed, Crafty," Smurfette concluded.
Crafty nodded in agreement, slightly wincing.
~25 minutes later~
Smurfette gasped in relief that it was over as she set down her brush now filled with dark brown hair. Apparently, Crafty felt the same way. That and her head felt a lot lighter than before now that some hair was gone.
"You look very smurfy, Crafty," Smurfette gestured to the mirror on her vanity. Crafty looked at her reflection and she had to admit she did look a lot better. Her hair was in one, long braid that went down her back and nearly to her knees.
"You did a good job, Smurfette. Maybe now Baby won't hurt me as much."
Crafty picked Baby up and he yawned and snuggled into her chest. She smiled and hugged him closer.
"So, what do you smurf that we go show off your work, Smurfette?"
Smurfette giggled and nodded. The two Smurfettes walked outside to see the Smurfs from before waiting patiently outside. Well, all except for Snappy, who was never really patient in the first place. He, however, was the first to see them.
"Smurfaroo! Crafty! What happened to your hair?"
The others turned to also see the change in Crafty's hair.
"Golly, Crafty. You sure look pretty," Clumsy complimented.
"Yeah. You look really smurfy," Tracker noted.
"Thanks, everyone."
"Uh…Can I give her a tour now, Papa? Can I? Can I?" Clumsy eagerly asked.
Papa chuckled and said, "Of course, Clumsy. I'm sure she'd love to meet the rest of my little Smurfs."
"Alright. Let's go then," Crafty concluded.
The group of Clumsy, Crafty, Baby, Smurfette, and the Smurflings went to make the introductions of the other Smurfs to Crafty. Though the others would've joined them, they had chores that had to be done. Their first stop was the closest mushroom, which happened to belong to Hefty Smurf.
Smurfette knocked on the door and called, "Yoo-hoo. Hefty. Come out here. I have someone for you to smurf."
"Alright, Smurfette," a tough voice called back. "I'll be out in second."
A moment later, the door opened up to reveal a buff Smurf with sweat beading off of his forehead. He looked like any other Smurf, but Crafty did notice that he had a heart-shaped tattoo on his right arm. So, she guessed that that would be the only way to separate him from other Smurfs.
"Hefty, this is Crafty. She's the Smurfette that the other Smurfs smurfed in the forest."
"Ah, so you're the one that scared the smurf out of Brainy two days ago," Hefty stated obviously impressed. Crafty laughed and nodded, then her eyes widened.
"Two days ago! How long was I smurfed?"
"Like I said, two days," Hefty answered.
"Oh…wow. So, you're Hefty? That means you're incredibly strong, right?" She asked trying to change the subject.
Hefty smirked, "Mhmm. Strongest in the village. Wanna feel?" Heft flexed and held out his arm to her.
Crafty blushed and hesitated. Hefty insisted, "C'mon. They're not gonna bite."
She rolled her eyes skyward and humored him by placing a hand on his arm. She was instantly impressed by what she felt. He had some serious muscle power.
"Uh…you're right. That is very impressive," Crafty sheepishly complimented. Clumsy decided to take Crafty to the next Smurf, so he grabbed her hand and led her away. "Nice to meet you, Hefty."
"Anytime. If you need any heavy-lifting done, I'm your smurf!"
"I'll remember that!" She laughed.
The next Smurf was Painter Smurf. He was outside his mushroom, painting the scenery but obviously having trouble finding the right inspiration.
"Hi, Painter!" Clumsy greeted.
"Ah, hello Clumsy," Painter said with a French accent not looking away from his easel. "Vat brings you here?"
"Golly, I just want you to meet my new friend!" Clumsy chirped.
"Really? And just who ez your new friend?" Painter finally looked at Clumsy, but his eyes went wide as he saw an unfamiliar Smurfette holding Baby.
"Crafty. Her name's Crafty, Painter," Smurfette answered.
"Ah, a pleazure to have your aquetance, mademoiselle Crafty," Painter smiled as he shook hands with Crafty.
"Nice painting, Painter," she complimented gesturing to Painter's easel.
Painter smiled then scowled as he turned to the easel. "Ah wish Ah could say ze same. But alas, Ah cannot create my masterpizza! Ah had ze inspirashun, but Ah just cannot put et on ze easel!"
Crafty stared wide-eyed at Painter's angry rant and looked at Smurfette pleadingly.
"It's not your fault, Crafty. He sometimes does this. You'll get used to it," she whispered. The both of them jumped as Painter tried to punch through the easel in anger and frustration. "But, maybe we should leave him alone."
They made their way away from Painter's wave of anger. The next Smurf to meet now was Poet Smurf. He was currently in front of the village well with Greedy, who was enjoying a fresh pie, and Crazy, who was staring enviously at the Smurfberry pie. Poet was currently trying to write a new ode, but couldn't find the drive.
"Golly! There's Poet!" They heard a familiar of Clumsy voice call out. They turned to see the small group of Smurfs and became even more curious at the mysterious new guest.
"Wow. I think that Painter went just a little bit crazy there, don't you think?" Crafty playfully remarked.
The air was pierced with a loud "AROOOO!" and the nearby Smurfs covered their ears.
"Crazy! Stop it!" Smurfette yelled out.
Crazy stopped and smiled goofily at the group before running up to get a better look at the Smurfette. Crafty was not comfortable in the least with it. He was only about an inch away from her as he looked her up and down with his goofy grin.
"Crafty, Crazy. Crazy, Crafty," Smurfette introduced then slapped a hand over Crazy's mouth before he could let out another wail.
"Hiya, Smurfette. Who's your friend?" Greedy and Poet walked over curiously eyeing the new Smurfette.
"Greedy, Poet. This here's Crafty!" Clumsy piped. "She's the one we smurfed in the forest!"
"Ah, Crafty Smurfette," Poet sighed as he began to write on a piece of parchment while speaking aloud,
"A Smurfette with hair of a braid.
Who was given the Smurfs' aid.
A tad bit tough, quite a bit rough,
with a brave spirit never to fade."
"What a wonderful poem, Poet! Wasn't it, Crafty?" Smurfette gushed.
"Uh…yeah. It was very smurfy, Poet. Thank you," Crafty nervously replied.
Poet bowed and replied, "No. Thank you. I was having such an unsmurfy time trying to write a new ode, but now I have one. "An Ode to Crafty". Ah, it is such a wonderful poem!"
Greedy rolled his eyes. He always heard that from Poet every time he had an idea for a poem. He decided to let himself be known as he stepped forward and offered her a piece of his pie.
"Err…Thanks…" Crafty gratefully tried to finish, but was unsure of the Smurf's name.
"Greedy Smurf. And don't worry about the pie. I've got at least five more pies cooking right now."
Crafty shrugged and grabbed a piece of the pie and took a bite. "Wow, this is one smurfy pie, Greedy!"
Greedy blushed and bashfully said, "Shucks. You really mean it?"
Crafty 'mhmm'ed bliss at the taste of the pie and he replied, "Well, if you think that's smurfy, you should taste my Smurfberry cream cake!"
She lifted the pie in a toasting motion and said, "I am looking forward to it."
Suddenly, there was the sound of someone crying near Doctor's mushroom. The group, along with Greedy, Poet, and Crazy, went to investigate.
The source of the crying was a weeping Smurf with an orange hankie. His white pants and nearly most of his upper body were covered in Smurfberry juice. Next to him was Smurfberry juice on the ground with some surprisingly unbroken leaves and twigs.
"Gosh, Weepy? What happened?" Clumsy asked worriedly.
Weepy whimpered and stuttered, "I-I wanted to smurf this basket to t-t-the Smurfette, but I-I tripped and-and-*sniffle* I'M SORRY!"
Weepy landed on his knees and buried his head in his hands, crying and whimpering uncontrollably. Crafty frowned and stepped forward.
"Hey, hey. It's okay," Crafty soothed gently putting a hand on his shoulder. He flinched and curled up even more. "It was just an accident. You don't need to apologize, I'm just worried if you got hurt."
"I-I'm fine. B-but *sniffle* I smurfed your basket!"
Crafty smiled and coaxed, "Hey, its okay. Watch."
Crafty set Baby on the ground and began her work. In less than twenty seconds, Crafty had successfully tied the vines, twigs and leaves back together just as it was before. The others around were in awe.
"See? No harm done. Except for some sticky leaves. And a sticky Smurf."
Weepy sniffled again and stood up, feeling slightly better. Crafty picked Baby up with one arm while using the other to take his hand and said, "C'mon. Let's get you cleaned up."
The others followed as Crafty led Weepy to the well and got him a bucket of water for him. He took it gratefully and let her lead him back to his mushroom.
"Do you want to smurf our little tour group, Weepy?" Crafty asked.
Weepy blew his nose into his hankie and nodded. Crafty smiled and said, "Alright. We'll wait right here."
Weepy smiled a small smile and went inside to wash up.
"Frolicking Foxes, Crafty. How did you do that?" Sassette asked intrigued.
"What?"
"The basket! How'd ya fix it so fast?" Snappy eagerly asked.
"Well, you don't think I'm called 'Crafty' only for my wit, do you?" Crafty asked smirking. "Besides, fixing it was no problem. It was smurfing it together that takes the most time."
"Why? You just grab some things and mash it all together, right?" Slouchy remarked.
"While that's true, Slouchy, you have to get the right materials for the purpose. Like this basket can, or did, hold Smurfberries and has a strong sling to carry it over your back. But, you can only put in so many Smurfberries before it bursts open and breaks."
"Wow," Nat said wide-eyed. "That has to be, without a smurf, the shortest lecture I've ever heard."
Crafty tilted her head. "Is that a bad thing?"
"NO!" The Smurflings cried simultaneously. "Brainy gives the longest and most boring lectures in all of smurfed history!"
"And I'm better because…" Crafty trailed off.
"You keep it short and simple! And you're not annoying with it like Brainy is!" Snappy snapped.
"Uh, Thanks, I guess," Crafty shrugged. Baby giggled and grabbed a leaf from the basket, but when he tried to let go, the leaf stuck to his hand. He babbled frustrated as he tried to pull them off. When he couldn't, his bottom lip quivered and he started cry loudly.
Crafty tried to hush Baby as she just ripped the leaf from his hands. It didn't seem to hurt him, but he still didn't like his hands being so sticky.
Crazy stepped towards Baby and sniffed his hands. His goofy grin returned as he licked the stickiness from Baby's hands. Baby giggled and kicked his feet with it being ticklish. The Smurfs looked at him strangely, but saw no harm since Baby had stopped crying.
Weepy finally came out of his mushroom with his eyes still red and puffy, but with a new pair of pants on and clean skin.
"Ready to go, Weepy?"
Weepy said nothing, but his eyes instantly filled with tears and he began to whimper. Crafty looked worried and looked at Clumsy and Smurfette for help. Apparently, they had no idea what was happening either.
Suddenly, Weepy clung to Crafty and yelled, "Thank you! You're such a smurfy friend!"
Crafty looked around confused and just a little embarrassed. Then she gently patted Weepy as he continued to weep.
"And as Weepy kept close to Crafty Smurfette, she felt obliged to comfort him for his emotional outbreak."
Crafty frowned and looked around for the voice of the narrating voice. Her eyes laid on a Smurf dressed in the same hat and trousers with a tan turtleneck, a dark blue coat and glasses. He was quietly observing the group of Smurfs as if he were looking for something exciting to happen.
"Oh, Narrator," Smurfette giggled. "Stop it. We know what's going on."
"Ah, but not the other Smurfs," Narrator winked.
Crafty rolled her eyes and sighed, "It's nothing Weepy. Let's go meet some more Smurfs."
Weepy nodded and walked with the group t find the next Smurf to meet, which was Lazy Smurf.
"So, how will we find Lazy, anyway?" Crafty asked.
"When we smurf the snoring, we'll find him!" Sassette chirped.
And just like that, they heard a loud snoring coming from a mushroom inside what looked like a garage.
"Oh, I hope Lazy's not asleep on Handy's machines again," Smurfette sighed.
Again? Crafty thought. I guess this Smurf has a tendency to fall asleep wherever he wants to.
Smurfette and Clumsy lifted up the door to the garage and sure enough, a sleeping Smurf was on top of machine that looked a lot like a steam roller. He seemed comfortable snug in the seat to drive the machine and probably didn't care who knew he was there.
"LAZY!" Snappy snapped.
Said Smurf jumped and snorted as he looked around, obviously startled at the sudden interruption to his nap.
"Oh," he yawned. "Hello, Smurfs, Smurflings, Smurfettes."
He closed his eyes again before opening them again to look at Crafty. "Why are there two Smurfettes?"
"Lazy, this is Crafty. She's the one that was smurfed in the forest a few days ago," Nat explained.
"Oh, I must've been…asleep…ZzzzZzzz…."
Okay, he's asleep again.
There was a loud yawn, but surprisingly, it didn't come from Lazy. The Smurfs looked off to the side to see a tired Handy making his way over.
Crafty smiled and waved, "Hi, Handy. Why so tired?"
"Oh, hi Crafty," Handy yawned. "Actually, I was smurfing on something and was just looking for you."
"Me?"
Handy 'mhmm'ed and grabbed her hand to take her in the direction of her surprise. The others followed behind them, looking knowingly at each other.
"Okay, close your eyes," Handy said.
"Why?"
"Just smurf it. It's a surprise," Handy sounded like he was grinning as he covered her eyes with his hand.
"Wow, Handy. You sound just like Jokey!" Clumsy said.
They walked a little while longer and Crafty began to get a little impatient. But then, she heard Handy say, "Okay, you ready?"
She playfully rolled her eyes and said, "Yeah. I'm ready whenever you are to take your hand off of my face."
"Someone's feisty today," Handy chuckled as he lifted his hand off of her eyes. She was in for one huge surprise.
In front of her was a giant blue mushroom. It looked as if it had just recently been built. Many Smurfs were surrounding it with accomplished looks on their faces. Three of them just happened to be Gutsy, Hefty, and Grouchy, though he still had his signature scowl.
"So, what do ya think?" Handy asked expectantly. Actually, all the Smurfs that surrounded the mushroom were expecting an answer.
"I…I love it!"
Baby cried out in happiness, shaking his rattle in delight.
The others cheered as Handy and the others went inside. It was almost like any of the other mushrooms, only of course, it was much bigger and had a work station in one room. Other than that, the interior of it all seemed so ordinary.
"Did you design this all yourself?" Crafty asked Handy.
He nodded, "Yup. I actually did it while Doctor was smurfing you your exam."
"Wow, you're a fast planner."
"Thank you," Handy said proudly.
"And, how long have you been working on it?"
"Ever since we brought you back here. I actually just got *yawn* done this morning since I had help from the other Smurfs."
Crafty shook her head and said, "You should probably get some rest."
"I know," Handy wearily nodded. "I just wanted to tell you that Papa told me about Baby's SAD. So I put a crib in your bedroom, just until he stops."
"Aww, thank you," Crafty used her free arm to hug Handy. He hugged her back gratefully.
"Alright. Enjoy your new home. I'm going to bed," Handy grumbled the last part to himself.
Crafty laughed and nodded. Then, she thought about what Handy had said.
Home. Where did I even come from? Why don't I remember?
Baby tilted his head and giggled as he pulled on Crafty's braid to get her attention. Crafty shook her head and held him to her eye level.
"Ha! Can't smurf me by doing that, anymore!"
Baby reached out and squeezed her nose with both of his small hands.
"Okay," Crafty stated, laughing at Baby's antics. "Now I'm just starting to rub off on you!"
