Alright, here's that extra chapter I promised! Enjoy!
The Smurflings stood in the middle of the halway, barely daring to breathe. How could they have been so stupid? They should have proped the door open, broken the lock, done anything to ensure their escape. And now, they were paying for their thoughtlessness.
Suddenly, the sound of soft footsteps filled the air. Regardless of their gentle volume, the thumping in their ears was like a bass drum. The cruel beat echoed inside of their skulls, beating against their thoughts and pounding out all reason. Then the sound stopped.
"Are you gonna sit there cowering like a bunch of scaredy-smurfs, or are you gonna get up and wipe your feet? You're getting mud all over my clean floor."
There were mixed emotions at seeing Grouchy hovering over them.
Slouchy took one look at Grouchy before his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he fainted.
Sassette's jaw dropped so low, you could fit Brainy's ego inside of her mouth! Ha ha, just kidding. Nothing's big enough to hold Brainy's ego. Lets just go with a good sized pig instead.
Nat still trembled with fear, refusing to look at the older smurf.
Snappy, however, was angry. Furious, even. Who did this smurf think he is? He smurfs him, traps his friends, and then has the audacy to repremand them for getting his floor dirty? What the heck?
Snappy lept to his feet and glared at the older smurf. Grouchy wasn't very muscular or tall by smurf standards. He was, in fact, quite short and slight. But the aura of power and hate that he generated was so immense, that he could stare down even Hefty or Gutsy when he wanted to. So it was only natural that Snappy looked like a little mouse staring up at a giant elephant.
"You monster!" Snappy shouted, "Who do you think you are? What do you want from us?"
Grouchy quirked an eyebrow at the boy. This only infuriated Snappy further.
"WELL?"
Grouchy nelt down to Snappy's level, maintaining eye contact all the way down. Without hesitation, he whispered, "I think I'm Grouchy Smurf, and I want you to wipe your feet before coming into my house."
Snappy's head vaguely reminded Nat of an exploding volcano he had once seen in a book. Was that actual steam pouring out of Snappy's ears?!
"YOU SMURFNAP ME AND TRAP MY FRIENDS, AND THE ONLY THING YOU CAN THINK ABOUT IS YOUR STUPID FLOOR!?"
Looks like that volcano just blew its top. Eat your heart out, Mount Saint Helens.
Grouchy's expression remained neutral. "I didn't do any of that."
Snappy froze, suddenly bewildered. "What?"
Grouchy nodded, "I didn't smurfnap anyone. And no one's keeping you here. You can leave anytime"
Snappy narrowed his eyes. "Why should we believe you?"
"Uh, Snappy, can I talk to you?" Without waiting for an answer, Nat jerked Snappy to his side, "We kinda have a problem…in case you haven't noticed, Slouchy is sorta passed out over there," Nat jerked his head in the direction of Slouchy, who layed limp on the floor while Sassette checked his pulse, "I know you don't like it, but we need Grouchy's help."
"Help with WHAT? We just need ta' take Slouchy and get outta here! You smurfed Grouchy, no one's stoppin' us!"
Nat rolled his eyes. "We can't carry Slouchy all that way! We're not strong enough! And where would we go? I don't think Papa would be very happy if we showed up at his front door in the middle of the night with an unconsious Slouchy in tow."
"Better than havin' him here!"
"Snappy, if we drag him around while he's like this, he could get seriously hurt! Grouchy's an adult…a totally creepy adult, but an adult. He probably knows what to do. We need to trust him, for Slouchy's sake."
Snappy closed his eyes and groaned. One conversation had turned all of his emotions from pure rage to extreme pain. He had one heck of a headache. He opened his eyes to look at Slouchy, and his gaze softened. His friends were his first priority, as they always would be. He knew what he had to do. And, though it sounded like something Grouchy would think, he hated it.
"Alright. For Slouchy."
R&R!? INCONCEIVABLE!
