Hey! Guess whose back! Me! (Everyone glares angrily at me) Uh…OK, calm down y'all! I know it's been like, the longest I've gone without updating but I got one thing to say…school! I had these huge assignments and tests to do and I had no time to complete this chapter.

Peewit: Let's just say she started this chapter shortly after posting ch.11…

Johan: And she just finished it yesterday.

Me: -_-'

Peewit: Such progress!

Me: As Daffy would say, "You're despicable!" Anyway, enjoy this chapter! And sorry to keep y'all waiting! I hope this chapter will make up for it! I made it extra-long to make up for lost updates! Enjoy! ^_^'

Wake up in the Mornin' feelin' like P- Diddy (Hey what's up girl)

Grab ma glasses I'm out the door I'm gonna hit the city (Let's go)

Before I leave brush ma teeth with a bottle of Jack

'Cuz when I leave for the night I ain't comin back

The girls were in the kitchen, happily making breakfast. They woke up early and decided to make something for their new friends to repay them for their kindness. Jo grabbed a huge bowl and was trying to make pancakes. She mixed together everything she could find that would work. Livy was in the process of making her own breakfast – she was trying to put together an omelet.

Don't stop, make it pop

DJ, blow my speakers up

Tonight, Im 'ma fight

Till we see the sunlight

TiK ToK, on the clock

But the party don't stop no

Woah-oh oh, oh

Woah-oh oh, oh

The girls were listening to the music, blasting from Livy's iPod that sat on the counter. Livy had forgotten it was in her pocket yesterday. Jo had also brought along a device by accident. Her camera she saved up for. Almost all of Jo and Livy's best moments were caught on either the iPod or the camera – pictures or videos.

Sniffling was heard. The girls looked over to the doorway to see Johan and Peewit – still in their pyjamas – like the girls. Peewit sniffed the air.

"Yummy! Something smells good!" Peewit stated. Johan chuckled, "To you, something always smells good in the kitchen." Peewit shrugged and said, "What can I say? Like what Greedy Smurf always says 'We don't eat to live, we live to eat!'"

Johan shook his head with a grin and walked into the kitchen, taking in the fresh smell – and the odd music. He looked at the weird device on the counter. "What on earth is this funny music box? And what kind of music is it?"

Livy took up her iPod and stopped the song. "It's called an iPod. It's a device from the future. You can do so much, but I prefer to listen to my music."

"People in the future listen to weird music." Peewit claimed, coming up to the counter. To Jo, in his pyjamas, Peewit actually looked like an 8 year old instead of 14–going–on–15. Jo smirked for a moment, and then returned to her pancakes that began to burn on the woodstove.

"I hope y'all're hungry! Livy and I made breakfast to thank ya for your hospitality." Jo said, flipping the pancake. Peewit had a smile almost too big for his face. "I'm starved!" he said. Jo chuckled, dumping a couple of her pancakes on a plate and handing them to the jester. Livy did the same with her omelet – handing it to Johan.

Peewit's face was stuffed with the pancakes the moment Jo handed them to him. He licked his lips. "Yummy!" Peewit swallowed. "This is delicious! What's in them?"

Jo shrugged and began to grab the ingredients she used. "I used some of that milk, some eggs, and we was out of flour so I used this for the batter." Jo said holding up a small can. Peewit looked at the ingredient and spit out the pancake in his mouth.

"Jo!" he yelled, "That's rat poison! The chef uses it to kill the rats!" Peewit grabbed a bucket of water that sat on the table in the middle of the kitchen. He began to jug it down. Johan's eyes were wide and he looked down at his omelet. Livy giggled.

"Don't worry Johan. I don't poison people like Jo."

By the time Peewit glugged the whole bucket of water down, he pushed his pancakes away. At this point, Jo was laughing and had to place a hand on the counter to steady herself. "Geez Peewit! I'm joking! I used flour. I know I'm not the best cook in the land, but I ain't stupid." Jo said to the jester, returning to her other pancakes that began to burn.

Peewit felt his cheeks go red. Like anyone would actually use rat poison in a recipe. Peewit grabbed his plate of pancakes that he mistakenly pushed away, and began to gobble them down again.

"Besides," Jo started again, "who would use rat poisoning? Everyone knows what makes a crunchy centre is the rat itself."

Peewit began to chew slowly again. He swallowed and looked over at Jo, "I wonder if you're trying to kill me."

Jo smiled, without actually facing Peewit. "Hey, there's someone out there to get everyone."

"And in this case, it's Jo." Johan smirked, pointing his fork at the girl.

Jo made a cackling laugh. Placing her arm over her face like Dracula would with his cape. She glanced over her arm. "I'm watching you! All of you! Watch out, 'cause now that I'm here, nothings safe!" Jo said in a creepy Dracula voice. Peewit chuckled at the girl's humor. Livy smirked too.

"What is that smell?" a kind voice said.

The teens looked over to see the King, fully dress for the day. He was surprised to see the four teens, cooking, eating, and laughing in the kitchen – still in their pyjamas. The King stroked his beard in thought. "My, my…what do we have here?"

Livy scooped up the second omelet she made and held it out on a plate to the King. "An omelet!" she smiled. The King happily took the plate and thanked the young girl. He began to eat the omelet. "This is delicious Olivia. Thank you."

"You're welcome sire." Livy replied, cleaning up the pan she used.

The King looked at the teens once more. "It's a beautiful day today. I have a surprise waiting outside."

"A surprise?" Livy, Jo, and Peewit said together. The King nodded, taking another bit of his breakfast. "What is it sire?" Johan asked. The King smiled down at the kids. "It's outside," he repeated.

"Let's go outside!" Peewit said, gulping the last pancake and jumping off his chair. The King raised an eyebrow when the teens made their way over to the doorway of the kitchen.

"Uh…kids?" the King called.

The four teens poked their heads back into the kitchen. Confused on why the King called them back if he just told them to go outside. He pointed his fork at the teens. "Are you four not forgetting something?" The teens were silent for a moment. They didn't think they did. Following the aim the King was gesturing too, they looked down realizing they were all still in their pyjamas and barefoot!

The teens felt their ears go red.

"Oh…right!" Livy said, zipping off upstairs. Jo followed with the boys close behind.

Once the kids were dressed, they went outside. The King was waiting for them. He kindly smiled at the kids and gestured for them to follow him. They kept walking until they got to the stables.

"Why are we at the stables?" Johan asked.

The King told the teens to wait a moment as he walked into the stables. The teens waited a minute until the King came out, pulling along two brown horses. The girls almost had a spazz attack. They ran over and began to pet the horses.

"They're so cute!" Livy said, hugging one of the horses' necks.

The King smiled. "These two are new. They were brought early this morning. That's why I was fully dressed so early."

Johan walked over and patted one of the horses' noses. "What lovely horses. Are we expecting some new knights?" The King shook his head. "No Johan. Not knights anyway."

"Then who are the horses for? You can't have a horse without a rider." Peewit stated, coming over as well.

The King smiled and came up to the teens. "Actually, these horses are for Olivia and Joannie." The girls were silent for a second…then they squealed and hugged the King in an attack of bear hugs and a string of "thank you's". The King laughed and hugged the girls back. "I was thinking yesterday, Johan has a horse and Peewit has a goat. If you girls are staying here now, you need an animal of your own."

The girls gave the King another bear hug. "You girls can pick which horse you want."

Livy walked over to the female brown horse with brown eyes and brown hair. She stroked its neck and smiled at the horse. "I'm gonna name her Brownie!" The horse neighed and seemed to almost smile. (As much as a horse can smile anyway) Jo walked over to the male horse. It was a darker brown with black eyes and black hair. In the dark, the horse would look as black as the night itself. "I'm gonna name mine SS."

The King raised an eyebrow. "Those names are wonderful. Johan can teach you to ride them. Have a good day." The King said before he walked away.

Peewit went over to Jo. "What does 'SS' mean?"

Jo smiled and looked at the jester. "It stands for Skippy Smurf."

"You named your horse after the Smurfs?" Peewit asked.

"Yep," Jo replied, hugging her horse who neighed back at the girl. Johan patted Brownie's nose. "I like the name Brownie." He said to Livy. Livy smiled.

"I do too!" Peewit said, rubbing his stomach with his tongue out.

Johan offered to teach the girls how to properly ride a horse and how to train them. The girls took the offer, and so Johan mounted Bayard and Peewit whistled for Biquette. Once the teens were all mounted on their animals, Johan led everyone to the back of the courtyard where he learned how to ride Bayard. There were obstacles all over the place.

Johan turned to the three behind him. "Now, watch what I do, and then I'll show you." Johan snapped the reins, "Go Bayard!" he called. Instantly, the stallion galloped. Johan made his way over to the jumps and made each one. He went around the pins and even over the teeter-totter. He galloped back to his friends. "It's quite simple." He declared.

"Simple in what form?" Peewit asked his eyes wide.

Johan shook his head at Peewit. He turned to the girls. "Who wants to go first?"

"I do!" Livy said. She got a grip on Brownie's reins. "Go Brownie!" Brownie started up slow at a speed-walk, and then she began to pick up the pace. The first jump came up and Livy almost didn't make it.

"It's alright Livy! Snap the reins up when you want to jump." Johan instructed.

So Livy did. The next jump, she did just that and they made it over. They did the same for the last jump. The jumps were easy – they were pretty low but she'd focus on the higher jumps later on. Livy pulled on the reins to slow Brownie down so they could easily go around all the pins, only knocking over two. Finally, Livy tried to go on the teeter-totter, but when Brownie was about to step on, the horse went around the obstacle instead. Livy rode over to Johan.

"Why didn't Brownie do the last obstacle?" Livy asked the squire, stroking Brownie's hair. Johan shrugged, "Perhaps the mare is afraid. Don't worry, Bayard was afraid too. At least Brownie didn't go to a complete stop and you went flying. After practises, she will get used to it. Trust me. You will be a fabulous rider, I can already tell. The way Brownie obeys you is quite amazing."

Livy smiled, proud of herself, that she will be a great rider.

"My turn!" Jo exclaimed widely.

"Remember Jo, start slow and–"

"AH!" Jo dashed by on Skippy Smurf. The horse was running crazily to the first jump – cutting off Johan before her could finish his sentence. "…steady." Johan finished.

Jo went up to the first jump and pulled the reins, having Skippy Smurf make it over and jump high. The only problem was, the horse crashed into the second jump. The third jump was tricky since Skippy Smurf had to regain speed in a short time, but they made it over, slightly hitting the jump causing it to wobble. At the pins, Jo tried to slow down Skippy Smurf, but Skippy Smurf was a wild horse. He neighed and charged at the pins.

Peewit covered his eyes when Jo reached the pins.

At the teeter-totter, Skippy Smurf came to a stop and looked at the obstacle. He huffed and placed a foot on it. Jo smiled as Skippy Smurf slowly walked on the teeter-totter. Once the two were in the middle and had to balance, Skippy Smurf huffed again and jumped off the obstacle and just began to run around the track.

"Whoa Skips! Slow down boy! Whoa!" Jo called, pulling on the reins.

"Jo! You have to tug the reins!" Johan called out, cupping a hand around his mouth so she could hear.

"OK!" Jo did exactly that and Skippy Smurf stopped, almost causing Jo to fall off straight on her face. Jo gently guided Skippy Smurf over to where her friends were.

Livy was wide-eyed. Jo's hair was sticking up in almost every direction and she seemed in a far daze.

"Jo?" Livy asked, trying to bring her back.

Jo was silent for a moment…then she swung her hands in the air like if she were in a roller coaster and bellowed, "THAT WAS AWESOME! WHAT A RUSH! I LOVE THIS HORSE!" Jo hugged Skippy Smurf and he seemed to neigh in amusement.

Johan chuckled and looked at the obstacle course. "Wow…" Johan said, admiring the mess, "Skippy Smurf really left his mark."

"Heck yeah! We knocked down all the pins!" Jo said proudly, as if it were a good thing. Then she saw Johan's face. "Ain't you supposed to knock down all the pins?" Livy tried to hide her laughter, and succeeded.

"Peewit, would you like to try the obstacle?" Johan asked the jester. Peewit shook his head no. "Biquette doesn't like to be tested. Do you girl?" The goat baaed and turned to lick Peewit. Peewit dug into his pocket and pulled out an apple to feed to the goat. The apple disappeared in a blink.

"Dang Peewit, Biquette has your appetite." Jo said.

Johan turned Bayard around. "Come on, let's go feed them." So the teens went over to the stables and dismounted their animals, bringing them into the stables. Each teen grabbed two armfuls of hay and dumped it into their animals' stable. While the animal ate, the teens brushed them, taking out all the dirt that hung to the short fur by the running.

Once the animals were taken care of, the teens came back into the castle. You can believe who saw them first…

"My word! Were you four in the…mud?" Dame Barbra gasped.

Jo sighed. "We was riding horses." Livy said. Dame Barbra gasped…again!

"You girls were riding? That is not proper behaviour! If a girl rides, she must ride slowly, like how I teach Savina. Not widely like boys do."

"I find that offensive to girls everywhere." Jo said, crossing her arms. Like you're a girl at all, Dame Barbra thought, staring at Jo's wind-whipped hair. Dame Barbra turned away and walked off towards the throne room. Jo grinned and leaped in front of her friends. "So, what y'all wanna do?"

Johan stretched out. "I'm going to go practice my archery."

Livy swung to face the squire. "You know archery?"

"Indeed. I'm good at it." Johan replied. Livy was amazed. "Can you…can you teach me how?"

"You want to learn archery?" Johan questioned. Livy grabbed Johan's wrist in reply, "Let's go! Where do you learn?"

"In the court–" Livy took off pulling Johan along with her. Once the two were out of sight, Peewit turned to Jo only to find her messing with the drawbridge's gears as if they were a toy. "Uh…what are you doing?"

"Looking at the chains," Jo answered.

"Why?"

Jo looked at the jester, "Why you asking why?"

"Huh?" Peewit asked, confused.

"What?"

"What?"

"Let's start over." Jo said, realizing the two could be going back-and-forth all day. "Do you like music?" Peewit asked. Jo nodded. "I'm a teen, of course I like music!"

"I play music." Peewit told her.

"What do you play?"

"Oh, I have so many! The lute is my favourite."

"Do you have a piano?"

"You play?"

"Yup," Jo smiled. "My granddaddy, not Johan, taught me…'fore he passed." Peewit didn't know what to say. The silent minute was the longest minute Peewit ever encountered. It got awkward so Peewit began once more, "Wanna see?" Jo nodded and followed the jester to his room.

"Darn it!" Livy muttered when her arrow once again was misaimed and landed at her feet. Johan shot his arrow, landing exactly on the dartboard. Livy grinned lightly and whispered, "Show off."

Johan heard the girl and smirked back. Livy blew some loose hair out of her face and looked up at Johan. "I wish I could do that." Livy put on her famous puppy-eyes and tried her best to look sad and not start laughing. Johan grinned at Livy's act.

"Here, I'll teach you." Johan came over and held Livy's hands in the right angled position. The bow standing straight with the arrow pulled back. Livy looked at Johan's hand on hers and smiled.

"Now, once you got a perfect aim, like so," Johan began to explain, "you let go!" Livy and Johan let go and the arrow sliced through the air, just missing the middle of the target.

"Wow! At least it hit the target this time." Livy said happily, mildly blushing.

"Wow, glad to see you clean for guests." Jo said with sarcasm after seeing Peewit's room. Of course, it was defiantly way cleaner than her own room, but she couldn't help herself to the remark. Jo was amazed by the various instruments the jester kept in his possession. He pulled out a type of harp and strummed it gently (or as gently as Peewit can) causing a low wisp sound. Jo cringed at the sudden sound that pierced her ears.

Peewit looked up at the girl. "How do you like my music?"

"Very…original…never heard anything like it," Jo responded, rubbing her ears.

"Thanks! Bet you wouldn't know, I can also sing! I sing to the King sometimes!" Peewit stated with pride. If his singing is anything like his playing, I'm surprised the King isn't deaf yet, Jo thought to herself. She smiled, finding her thought amusing in some odd way.

"Do you sing?" Peewit asked. Jo's deep blue eyes widen suddenly and she unknowingly took a slight step back. "Me? No, no, I can't sing. Livy can, she's incredible! But I doubt you'll ever hear her – she's shy in front of people."

"Then, how'd you hear her?"

"Well, she was singing to herself one day. We lived across the street from each other. She, well, she was home alone. Her uncle wasn't there at the time and so I just let myself in. I walked upstairs and her room door was open so I heard her loud n' clear."

"Was she mad?"

"Like you wouldn't believe," Jo joked. "But I always knew she could sing – but she didn't want me to believe it. She really can sing though. I can't."

Peewit walked over to the other side of the room, pulling down a flute from the table. He looked over at Jo and slightly smiled. "I bet you can sing." Jo was surprised. Peewit quickly changed the subject bringing over the flute. "Have you ever played a magic flute?"

"No…have you ever seen a half elephant half giraffe with wings?"

Peewit looked at her, blinking twice. "What?"

"I'm sorry," Jo said, mildly confused, "I don't know what game this is."

Johan pulled out Bayard by the reins out of the stables with Livy and Jo doing the same to their horses. Peewit came skipping by, already riding Biquette with an apple in both their mouths.

"Peewit, just 'cause you eat like a pig, don't mean y'all gotta act like one." Jo said, referring to the apple hanging from the jester's mouth. Peewit took the apple out from his mouth. "I don't fully understand what you just said, but I feel offended."

The teens climbed onto their rides and began to head towards the forest's green scenery. "M'lady," Johan said, looking over to Livy, "perhaps you could play some of that future music from your music box for the ride."

"Music? Why didn't you say you wanted some?" Peewit said before Livy could answer. Peewit placed a hand behind his back and randomly pulled out a lute. The girls looked at Peewit with confusion written all over their faces.

"Where'd you keep that?" Livy asked. She turned over to Johan. "Don't you ever wonder?"

Johan sighed in replying, "I don't ask for I fear the answer."

"Thank you for that Shakespeare." Jo said to her ancestor.

"There once was a maiden, a maiden so fair–!" Peewit began, but being cut off by Johan. "Peewit please! Why don't we let the girls feel welcomed and comfortable by letting them play some of their music?"

"Humph! Always a critic!"

Livy smirked, pulling out her iPod. She began to stroll through the playlist. "What should we listen to?"

"Oh!" Jo practically shouted, perking up. "Can we play Evanescence? Or, maybe Rascal Flatts, or Three Days Grace, or–"

"How 'bout a happy song?" Livy asked, wondering why Jo wanted to listen to the dark music. "Oh sugar muffin, I was just suggesting. Is it my fault those bands're awesome!"

"How 'bout we listen to One Direction?"

"Hmm," Jo thought to herself. She turned over with a smile, simply replying, "OK!" Livy began to play the song "What Makes You Beautiful" by One Direction. The boys were clearly lost as the girls sang along to the tune.

"Baby you light up my world like nobody else! The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed! The way you smile at the ground, it ain't hard to tell – you dunno – oh, oh! You dunno you're beautiful! That's what makes you beautiful!"

Jo and Livy sang out, their voices mixing into the silence of the forest having it echo through. Of course, Jo and Livy were just singing for the fun, not really caring how they sounded so their voices weren't peachy perfect as they truly were.

"I think we're close now." Johan said after the girls sang that song he could never picture playing. The tune was just so odd and loud, and completely unknown to the music of that time period.

"Oh yeah, I totally forgot why we're here! Uh, I forgot again. Why are we here?" Jo asked, trying to remember why the four of them were riding into the forest's fields.

"We're going to see the Smurfs again. Papa Smurf wanted to get to know you, and the Smurfs seemed excited too." Johan answered simply, looking through the trees and shrubs.

"Oh, right! Now I remember." Jo smiled.

The four teens walked slowly through the bushes and listened to the silence. Eventually, they heard a light tuned song drift through. The song was happy all the way and matched with the sunshine streaming through the leaves of the trees.

La, la, la, la, la, la…

"That's the Smurfs!" Peewit almost shouted. Johan nodded, "This way, their village should be close." Livy pulled up Brownie over to Bayard. "Uh, what do ya mean should be? Don't you know?"

"Well, you see, the Smurfs Village is hidden, only to get there, we must be led by a Smurf. Peewit and I listen for their singing which then we will find a Smurf to lead us the rest of the way."

Sing a happy song…

"So, are we close enough yet?" Jo asked. She had been listening in the conversation in front of her. "Yes, any moment we should see a Smurf…or two…or three…"

"Or twenty!" Peewit snickered.

Smurf the whole day long…

As predicted, a little Smurf sneaked out from under a bush. He looked up and waved to the teens. "Johan! Peewit! I see you smurfed back, and with your girlfriends."

Johan and Peewit's face went deeper than a tomato on a blazing hot day. Did they hear the Smurf correctly? Is that what the Smurfs were thinking? Oh boy, what could be waiting at the village? With the boys not replying, it only made Jo and Livy feel uncomfortable and for their faces to deepen in red.

Girlfriends? Oh goodness, is that what they told them?

Realizing the lingering silence, Johan shook it away and replied, keeping his voice standing, "Uh…Dreamy, they're not our girlfriends. Just friends. Anyway, we came to pay a visit. Care to lead?"

The Smurf noted to as "Dreamy" nodded and went back under the bush. The teens followed – still silent of the comment. Soon enough, voices were heard through the space as the teens arrived upon the familiar mushroom village. The teens hopped off their rides and smiled down at the village.

Dreamy ran into the middle of the village, happily yelling out, "Johan and Peewit are here! They came with their girlfriends!"

Not girlfriends…

The Smurfs looked up and happily waved at the human teenagers. The teens grinned and waved back. Among the blue and white sea, it was easy to see the red-clothed Smurf come through. He walked through the crowd of Smurfs and went up to the teens. He welcomed them with a warm smile. "Johan, Peewit, smurfy to see you."

"And you Papa Smurf." Johan replied. Papa happily looked over to the girls. "Smurf to smurf you too," The girls were puzzled for a moment. They weren't sure what the elderly Smurf had just said to them. Looking over to Johan and Peewit, the two didn't seem disturbed, so it must have been a "hello" or something. Seeing the girls' confusion, Papa cleared his throat, "Um, good to see you."

"Good to see you too again Papa Smurf," Livy replied as Jo made a peace sign with her fingers, grinning. Papa smiled back, his hands tucked behind his back. "We're so excited to meet the Smurfs!" Jo said in the only way known as enthusiasm. Papa giggled his warm laugh to himself at the girl's excitement. "Alright Joannie, you and Olivia are as welcomed as Johan and Peewit. You may look around the village as much as you please." Papa said, trying not to say "smurf", but it wasn't so hard since he had practice talking to humans.

"What smurfy horses," Dreamy said, admiring the new animals. "What are their names?"

"This is Brownie," Livy said, stroking her mare's hair.

"And mine's SS – it stands for Skippy Smurf." Jo said, hugging her horse. Dreamy seemed to smile. Papa nodded and began to walk away, "If any Smurf needs me, I'll be smurfing in my lab."

"Lab?" Livy repeated.

"Papa is a wizard." A Smurf replied. He had been near the humans and seemed to be wearing a red feather tucked in his hat.

"Maybe this is Harry Potter." Livy smirked to herself, remembering what Jo had said. "Wow, it must be awesome having a wizard as your dad." Jo said, clearly amazed. She began to fantasize how her life would be like if her dad was a wizard. A grin grew across her face as she imagined him zapping her science teacher into a toad.

"Who're you?" Livy asked the Smurf.

"I'm Tracker," The Smurf replied with a smug grin.

From the scene, Peewit suddenly began to drift. He smiled as his tongue hung out. "Oh yum, I smell something delicious!" And at that, Peewit dashed over to one of the many, many mushroom homes. He lightly tapped the roof in which a Smurf popped his head out through the window. The Smurf smiled up at Peewit. "Hello Peewit! How are you smurfing?"

"Great Cook – what are you making?"

"Sarsaparilla soup, it's for lunch. I got three pots boiling, so I can't smurf right now." The Smurf called "Cook" replied. He gently closed the door.

Peewit looked over to the two girls who had walked over to get a better look at the Smurf. "That's Cook, he's the chef."

"Wow," Livy said, amazed. It surely was a big job. "Does he cook for every single Smurf in the village?" It sounded beyond possible that a single person (or in this case, a single Smurf) would be able to cook three meals a day for around 100 mouths.

"Wow! There's like, so many Smurfs." Jo said, simply amazed as she watched the blue creatures walk around the path of their village. There were way too many. How would she ever memorize all of their names?

Smurfette came skipping through the village, a basket of flowers tightly gripped in her hand. "La, la, la," Smurfette sung to herself as she skipped through. She happily waved up at the humans. The Smurfs that noticed her waved or welcomed her, smiling warmly. Jo and Livy couldn't help the giggles as they noticed the Smurfs love-struck. Smurfette walked over and knocked on a mushroom house. Papa Smurf opened the door.

"Here are those Drip Petal flowers you wanted Papa." Smurfette said, holding out the basket. "Thank you Smurfette," Papa said, taking the basket. The girls understood how Papa Smurf could tell Smurfette out from all the rest, but how was he able to tell all the others apart?

"Papa Smurf," Livy began.

"Yes Olivia?" Papa responded, looking up at the human girl.

"How can you tell all the Smurfs apart?" she asked.

"I get how you can tell Smurfette apart, but, how can you tell all the others apart? They all look the same!" Jo said, looking at the other Smurfs to prove it. They did all look the same, sharing similarities in appearance.

Papa softly chuckled, placing down the basket of flowers beside him in the doorway. Johan seemed to smirk too, remembering when Peewit had asked a similar question when they first met the Smurfs. Papa Smurf looked up at the humans. "As I did to Johan and Peewit, listen to my story, and I'll tell you."

Papa Smurf walked out of his house, having the humans follow close behind. Papa began to sing in a tune to answer the girl's question:

You think all Smurfs look the same.

That's what you claim? They all look the same?

Now give me a chance to explain. See how they act like their names.

The teens followed the elder Smurf as he began to walk through the village. They came up beside a house. Papa gestured to the Smurf seen through the window, eating at his little wooden table.

This one's called Greedy who likes to eat treats.

Dessert is the one course he always repeats.

The Smurf known as "Greedy" was munching down on many sweets as tiny cakes and muffins no bigger than a human nail.

Eating up goodies is my favorite game,

I'm happy that Finicky isn't my name.

Papa continued on; now coming up to what seemed like a field. The field was somewhat big and on the edge of the village. Two Smurfs stood there – one holding a paper, ignoring the work while the other was digging into the Earth.

Next meet two Smurfs who never disagree.

One does gardening, the other poetry.

The Smurf holding the pen and paper, known as "Poet", replied.

I find beauty in verse. I think your work's a curse.

The Smurf digging into the Earth's soil to plant seeds looked up at the humans.

With me it's just fine to do his work and mine.

Walking back into the village, they came across a Smurf that was sleeping on his shovel, leaning on it as if the work wasn't to be done. He slept dream-fully, ignoring the job.

This Smurf is Lazy; his job's never done...

He works like a daisy, asleep in the sun.

"Lazy" opened one eye slowly and yawned. He closed his eye and attempted to fall back asleep.

I don't overexert. That way I never get hurt.

Sleeping is my favorite game.

That's why Lazy's my name.

Coming across a garage, Papa Smurf pointed over to the two Smurfs who stood inside, both working on some type of contraption.

Call the handyman Smurf to fix and repair.

If Clumsy's around, you better beware.

The Smurf in the overalls jumped down from his short ladder to admire his work on his machine.

I just fix this machine. It is re-oiled and clean.

My job isn't serene whenever Clumsy's on the scene.

Clumsy had tried to do the same thing as Handy, pulling a crank, but caused something to come loose in the machine, having it fall on his head.

How can you say we're the same?

That's what you claim, we are the same.

Each one of us has our own fame,

Simply revealed by us being our names

Traveling more into the village, Papa pointed over to a grinning Smurf who bowed down in front of the two girls.

The Actor Smurf is what this guy's been named,

His singing and dancing keeps us entertained.

"Actor" gladly welcomed the girls with a smirking grin.

Performing on stage is the best of careers...

I like to wear costumes and hear all the cheers.

Placing a hand to cup his mouth, Papa whispered to the teens and pointed over to a scowling wearing Smurf.

A mumble or two is all he'll exclaim.

Listen to Grouchy, he will explain. (Pauses) Well?

Grouchy crossed his arms and scowled, huffing.

I don't act like my name.

A Smurf walked by, wearing a pair of thick glasses over his nose with few visible freckles. In his arms, he held a thick paged book – packed so much, the cover seemed it would explode.

Our Brainy Smurf is really quite clever,

But once he starts talking, he'll go on forever.

"Brainy" began to explain a lesson from his own mind. "There are proverbs we should all remember...you can lead a Smurf to water but you can't make him drink, a Smurf in the hand is worth two in the bush, and some Smurf is..."

Brainy was unable to continue his speech. Unknowingly had the Smurfs been passing down a hammer, bonking Brainy on the head to silence him.

Papa brought them over to another house. In front was a Smurf with two tattoos on both his arms.

We name this one Hefty 'cause he's so strong.

To finish a tough job, he'll work all day long.

The strong Smurf called "Hefty" proved his strength by chopping down on the table, causing it to crack completely in half.

I am so strong because I exercise.

Staying healthy I would advise.

Now do you think we're the same?

This very claim, we're not the same...

When someone says Smurfs are bizarre,

And they want to know just who we are...

You can sing this very refrain, see how we act,

Just like our, just like our, just like our, just like our names

"And that's just some of our smurfy family." Papa told the humans. Johan softly chuckled to himself. "What are you laughing 'bout?" Livy asked the squire. "Oh nothing," Johan said with a smile, "it's just that, that was the song Papa Smurf sung when Peewit and I first met the Smurfs."

"But that's another story," Peewit stated, smiling at no one in particular.

"How did y'all first meet the Smurfs?" Jo asked curiously.

"It's a long story, but Papa Smurf sung that same song to Peewit and I when Peewit asked the same thing. I will say it took me awhile to memorize each Smurf's name."

"And it took me awhile to learn the Smurf language." Peewit stated a hint of pride.

"You can speak Smurf?" Jo asked some amazement in her voice. She wished she could. Just hearing how the Smurfs talked, Jo wished she could understand them and speak back without offending or saying something completely off.

"I sure can!" Peewit said, assuring.

"No you cannot," Johan spoke out. "Peewit, remember the last time?"

Peewit merely brushed it off. "But this time it's different – I've been practicing and now I can speak it."

"Oh really?" Johan asked, rather interested in seeing Peewit attempt to speak Smurf once more (and possibly fail).

"Humph!" Peewit huffed. "I'll prove it. I'll go and ask, for a glass of water."

"This I wanna see." Livy smirked. And so Peewit walked over to a group of Smurfs. He smiled down as the Smurfs piled some lumber onto a sort of wagon. They looked up at Peewit and didn't know whether to smile or back away.

"Hello fellow Smurfs!" Peewit smiled.

"Hey Peewit," Handy said, returning the smile.

"Oh Hefty," Peewit began.

"Yeah?" Hefty replied.

"I was wondering if you could get me a smurf." Peewit asked.

Hefty seemed to go blank for a moment. "Uh…a smurf?"

"Yes please," Peewit said. He was smiling pleasingly, his arms tucked behind his back. Peewit couldn't wait to see the look on his friends face's when he walks back to them with a glass of water in his hand.

"Um, okay Peewit, whatever floats your smurf." and with that, Hefty ran inside the mushroom house that the Smurfs loading the lumber stood before. Peewit looked back at his friends, amusement written all over his face with a smuggled I-told-you-so grin. Finally, Hefty returned.

Peewit looked down, he's eyes widening. Hefty held up a Smurf-size chair.

"That's not a smurf!" Peewit stated. Hefty, again, looked very puzzled. "Yes it is Peewit."

"No, I asked for a smurf."

Again, Hefty vanished back into the mushroom, soon returning with a flowerpot. Livy, Jo and Johan began to snicker. Peewit sighed. "Hefty, please, may I have a smurf?"

"This is a smurf!" Hefty explained.

"No, a smurf!"

"Oh, now you want a smurf?" Hefty muttered.

"Here's one," Handy said, pulling up a hammer.

By now, the three teens were almost laughing at how Peewit was failing at proving his statement. "No!" Peewit almost shouted, "A smurf!"

"Why can't human's smurf up their minds?" Handy murmured, a bit annoyed that Peewit was starting all this up again. Peewit sighed in defeat, "Never mind!"

"Sure," Hefty replied, confused.

"I'm thirsty," Handy complained. Hefty agreed, pulling up a bucket of water that stood next to the wagon currently being filled with lumber. "Here," Hefty said, setting up the bucket on the wagon. Handy pulled out a cup from Smurf knows where and filled it. "Hey Peewit!" Handy called. Peewit turned around to see why the Smurf called him. "Want a smurf?"

Peewit mentally facepalmed himself as his three friends were dying of laughter at what they had just witnessed. It was too good to pass up. That moment was the highlight of the morning. Peewit walked over to his friends, defeat being worn on his features.

"Wow Peewit, you sure showed us." Livy joked.

"I will learn the Smurf language if it kills me!" Peewit declared.

"And by the looks of it, it will." Jo sniggered. Peewit just peered at Jo with a look. Suddenly, a tiny little thing flung into the air, hitting Johan on the side of his head. "What the?" Johan wondered as the little thing landed in the palm of his hand. Seeing it over, it was a tiny ball.

"Sorry about that." A voice said. The teens looked to see the Smurflings run up. Immediately, Jo and Livy recognized them from yesterday. "Here's your smurfball Smurflings." Johan said, dropping the tiny object. "Thanks," one of them said, tacking up the ball.

"Leaping Lizards!" the Smurfling with the red braids said. "You're the girls we smurfed yesterday!"

"That's us," Livy smiled.

"Who are you?" the one in the yellow T-shirt asked, who was currently holding the ball in his small arms. "I'm Livy, the sweet one." she said with a wave. "And I'm Jo, the spunky one." the girl added, giving a sign by lifting two of her fingers.

"I'm Sassette! The cute one!" the little Smurfling girl declared. She giggled and continued, "And these are my friends: Snappy, Slouchy, and Nat."

"Wow, all boys." Livy observed.

"I share a bunkhouse with them."

"Wow," Jo said. "So…" Jo drawled, trying to think of what to say, "How're y'all doing? Ya had quite the fall yesterday."

"We're good." Sassette smiled. She seemed to be the only one that was comfortable to talk to the new girls. The boys seemed to be looking them over as if they were aliens from Mars. After a minute, Jo was getting uncomfortable with the Smurfling boys looking at her and Livy oddly.

"What's the stitch?" Jo asked.

"What?" The Smurflings asked jumbled.

"I mean, what's wrong? Why do y'all keep staring at us?"

"Nothing…" Snappy said. "You and Johan look so similar." Slouchy pointed out. Jo felt her cheeks go a bit hot. She didn't know why, but she felt weird now knowing she met her incredibly great granddaddy and that he stood beside her…young and alive as herself and Livy. "Well, we're related. It's a long story, but we're from the same family." Jo explained.

"Wow, you two sure are smurfy." Sassette said.

"What?" Now the girls were the ones jumbled.

"I believe Sassette called you two beautiful." Johan said.

Sassette nodded her head. "Yeah, that's what I said, smurfy." Peewit crossed his arms and huffed. How did Johan know that and not him? He was the one at least trying to talk Smurf. "I knew that." He mumbled under his breath, even if that annoying voice at the back of his head was taunting, "no you didn't".

"Hey look!" Nat said, happiness filling his voice. The teens looked up to where the Smurfs were looking up at. A bird was coming into sight. It's a bird, what's up with that? Jo wondered as the bird came closer. As the bird was at the edge of the village, it was then the girls noticed spots of blue on the bird's back. The bird glided easily, landing at the teens' feet. On its back were two Smurfs, but they looked much, much older.

"Hey, another female." Livy pointed out; noticing one of the elder Smurfs was a girl.

"My, my," said the female elder, "who do we smurf here?"

"Grandpa! Nanny!" the Smurfs cheered, running up to them. "Oh how we missed you!" Smurfette said, hugging Nanny with her spare arm, her other being currently occupied by holding Baby. Papa Smurf eventually came through the crowd, smiling at the elders. "So smurfy of you to visit," Papa smiled.

"I see the village is smurfing fine." Grandpa smiled. "All my grandsmurfs have grown since the last time I smurfed them." Grandpa knelt down beside the Smurflings who stood beside him. "Look how tall you younglings have grown!"

"Tickling Turtles Pappy, we're still the same."

Grandpa pretended to be stuttered in surprise. "What? Why you Smurflings must have smurfed another foot!" Snappy seemed proud to be told this. Grandpa then turned to the humans. "Speaking of growing, who do we smurf here?"

Johan smiled at the Great Smurf. "Hello Grandpa Smurf, good to see you again."

"And you Johan,"

"Grandpa Smurf, these are our friends: Olivia and Joannie."

"Y'all can call us Jo and Livy." Jo informed.

"Y'all?" Grandpa repeated, stroking his long white beard in thought. "They're from the future Grandpa," Smurfette stated. "The future?" Nanny exclaimed, looking at the human girls. "It's a long and complicated story," Livy said, seeing the familiar puzzled look on Nanny's face.

"But long story short, Jo and Livy are from the future, coming back in time. Jo appears to be my descendant and the two are currently stuck here." Johan said, hopping it was less confusing then he thought.

"Well, this sure is a smurfy story to smurf into, and I'm certainly one for stories." Grandpa said, fixing his overalls. "Pappy has so many smurfy stories!" Sassette explained.

"Yes well, I suppose we should save the stories for another time. It seems to be smurfing late and I'm sure the King will be expecting you four home," Papa Smurf said, looking up at the evening sky. Goodness, the day had gone by so fast. The teens walked over to their animals and waved goodbye to the Smurfs as they mounted on.

"It was smurfy meeting you two, you must smurf back soon. I'll smurf my famous cookies for you." Some Smurfs rubbed their tummies and licked their lips at the mention of Nanny's cookies. The girls giggled and agreed that they will soon return.

"Hiya Bayard!" Johan said, flipping the reins. Bayard instantly obeyed and ran off. The last three teens followed the squire back to the castle.

Dinner sure was busy. Everyone was chatting to someone at the table, about their day or just something on their mind. All the bickering melted together and you couldn't make out any of it. Jo and Livy didn't really have much to say. They just ate their dinner, their mind swirling at what had happened that day and the day before. They still couldn't believe this Fairy Tale come true – it was impossible. They were almost sure they were dreaming, but how they were not waking up and returning to the present time, they were beyond confused. The two weren't even sure how they arrived or how to return, but this thought hadn't crossed their mind all day. They have been too distracted by a blond and raven boy. They felt at home…even if they were centuries away from it.

After dinner, Livy excused herself and walked away to her room. Something was tugging at her heart and she had to get away. Walking into her new room, she closed the door behind her, leaning on the wooden frame, slowly sliding to the ground. Once in a sitting position, Livy pulled her legs up to her chest and sat there. She looked down at her golden locket and sighed. "Mom…Dad…what happened yesterday?" she whispered to the locket. The locket was ever so precious to her; she sometimes talked to it when she felt this way.

Livy got up and walked over to the other side of the room right across. There was a large window. She opened it and looked up at the night sky, dotted in zillions of stars, or more. The cool breeze ran through her hair, and she felt her locket once more.

"M'lady?"

Livy jumped from the sudden voice. There was a knocking at her door. "May I come in?" She knew it was the squire. "Sure Johan." she replied, but softly. Somehow, her reply made itself to the door and Johan opened it. He saw Livy right away, her back anyway. She was too busy looking up into the sky then to look at him. Johan quietly walked over to her and stood next to the young girl. He followed her gaze into the sky.

"Sometimes I like to gaze up into the sky." Johan smiled. Livy didn't look at him. Johan frowned and began to feel uncomfortable. Livy shifted herself, sighing deeply into thought. It was then Johan noticed something on Livy that her hair had covered before, but the way she shifted, her hair moved itself away, revealing it. He couldn't help but notice the scar engraved on the girl's back shoulder. She seemed in a sad daze, her green eyes not as bright as they were today. But he wasn't fully paying attention. The scar had all his attention drawn. It looked something like a small bite mark, but Johan knew better...it wasn't. It was small and round and looked painful. Was it painful? Johan didn't want to say anything that might offend Livy, but it slipped out...

"What's that?" As soon as the words slipped from his mouth, he wanted to take them back. But it was too late. The words hung in the sky, heavily. Livy, slowly, looked up at Johan. Her green eyed looked sad, out of place even. Was it what he said?

"Peewit?" Jo called, looking for the jester. Johan and Livy had disappeared to Smurf knows where and Jo didn't want to be alone in the unknown castle. She walked upstairs and decided to check the jester's room since he was no longer downstairs – or at least she thought. She didn't know the castle too well, but being in Peewit's room earlier today, she knew how to get there.

Entering the room, Jo peeked around. Nothing. She sighed. She couldn't find any of her friends. Where Livy went, she wasn't sure…where Johan vanished to, that was beyond her thought…where Peewit was, possibly filling his pockets with food, but where was the kitchen then? Jo sighed and decided to wait for the jester. Maybe they could play more music. She sat on his bed and sighed. Suddenly, Jo noticed something she failed to notice earlier that day – sitting its lonesome. Getting up, she walked over to the wood piece.

Jo picked up the wooden crafted rattle and gently held it in her hands. It was beautiful, and it seemed to have gone through a lot, scratched and batted. But, it was still lovely. Jo began to wonder why Peewit had a rattle to begin with; she didn't see any babies around. So, why would Peewit have it?

"What are you doing in my room?"

Jo spun on her heels, facing the door with surprise. Peewit didn't look too happy to see her, but he sure seemed surprise, but not in a good way. Peewit's features were blank, unable to speak. Jo smiled, feeling guilt for some reason she didn't even know of. "Hey Peewit…whatcha doin'?"

"It's…a scar." Livy replied, trying not to make full eye contact with the squire. Johan looked at her, somewhat bewildered. "I know it's a scar, but, it doesn't look like a scratch or anything."

"It's a burn mark…from my uncle."

"Your uncle?" Johan asked, surprised as his only emotion. No, not surprised…he was far past that emotion. He was just completely unaware that a family member could do that to another family member. "H…how?"

Livy seemed to cringe at the memory of her cruel uncle. How he hit her, kicked her, treated her like the garbage in the dirt…abused her.

"What about your parents? Where were they?"

"With the angels," Livy said so softly that it barley reached her own ears, but Johan still heard her. He was silent.

Peewit took the rattle from Jo and held it firmly in his hands. "I'm sorry…I wasn't supposed to find that…was I?"

"It's okay," Peewit said, no longer with that somewhat angry expression. He peered down at the rattle, still firmly held in his hands. "It's just…this is all I have. I can't risk it."

"All you have…?"

Cliffhanger! Mwhahaha! I suppose all you readers kinda wanna bonk me on the head for different reasons…this being one 'a them…but 'fore y'all pick up your frying pans, rolling pins, brooms, and other kitchen objects, the next chapter will be up ASAICSO!

Special thanks to flowerpower71 who helped me with this chapter and is the creator of the marviouslous chocolate loving, frying pan swinging OC Livy Aston, and for creating the idea of Peewit's rattle. (So cute) -3

I only own the reckless, insane, mallet swinging OC Jo McCrae! X)

And the Smurfs, Johan and Peewit are all owned by the brilliant mind of Peyo. P.S - The song Papa Smurf sung was from the first Smurf movie "The Smurfs and the Magic Flute". Its actually on YouTube and both flowerpower71 and I have seen it, and loved it. I assure y'all that the movie is smurftastic!

The songs are owned by Ke$ha and One Direction.

Thanks for reading this chapter and I hope y'all enjoyed it! If ya did, R&R! If ya didn't, no flames…don't ya know not to play with fire?

Anyway, as I sign off from yet another chapter, I leave to you some cookies! (I hand out cookies) Jus' something for all 'em readers who I thank for taking the time to read my stories, thx peoplz! ^_^ Adios Smurfios! ;D