Hello, everyone. As you can plainly see, Crafty, Gutsy and Don Smurfo will be unable to join us for this disclaimer. Before any of you complain about the two Smurfs, I've already given them all their slapping punishments, which was exactly (checks clipboard) three for Gutsy and three for Don Smurfo. Actually, flowerpower71 and Zinka17 were the only ones to actually give slaps. I wanted it this way because first off, I think it would just humiliate them. Second, this is a long chapter and I don't think we have enough time for it.
Cutie Kyuubi- Hefty's gonna be just fine. He just has a minor concussion. Actually, him getting hurt was a complete accident. It'll be explained better later.
Frittzy- I know. Poor everyone except Gutsy and Don Smurfo. At least, that's what it's gonna be like after this chapter. But not for long, though.
Chloe- Yeah. That's about what every review for this chapter says. Nobody has any sympathy for those two right now. Not even me. Great job on your first date, by the way! I'm glad things went so well! Don't worry too much about Crafty, though. She'll get through this cuz she's got us. Ain't that the truth, Smurfs?
Smurfs: YEAH!
flowerpower71- Yes. Sweepy is such a sweet Smurf. If it weren't for his name being Sweepy, I think he would be Sweety Smurf.
Sweepy: (blushing madly) Aw, thank ya very much, Miss Frostforge44. I don' think I'm that sweet, though.
Nonsense. Don't be so modest. Crazy- Trust me. Those two Smurfs are going to be getting the berating of a lifetime in this chapter. Don't worry about not getting through to them with your yelling.
YingYangofthePeaceCircle- Thank for the artwork! I just looked at it and it's absolutely great! You really captured Xavier's look. As for Aiko, did you consider tranquilizers? Like for a Smurf? Or a bull? Whichever her aggression level goes under. But thanks for the artwork and the gifts! They're all great!
Wooly: (reading his profession book) Say. Did'yall know that the world record fer shearin' the sheep is 839 lambs in 9 hours?
No we did not. Good to know, Wooly. Smurfdreamer- Uh...I didn't see any bruises or cuts on them. But if they do next time, I'll know why. Nice accent, by the way.
Zinka17- Then go ahead and slap them. I won't stop you. No Smurf here'll stop you. I'll be sure to hand those cookies out to those four Smurfs. Oh! Here's one now. You're favorite Smurf, too! Here's a cookie, Scaredy!
Scaredy: Oh. Th-Thank you. (takes a small bite) A-And th-thank you, Zinka17 f-for the co-cookies...
Good. Get your energy, Scaredy. You have a big role in this chapter. You'll be great!
Scaredy: Wh-What?
You'll see soon. Oh, and thanks for the #1 story thing! It's so nice to know that people like you love this story so much! I think all the Smursf will love having cookies for doing good things in the story. Okay, you all know the drill. I own Crafty, Hummer, Meena, and Xavier.
Scaredy: L-Livy belongs t-to f-flowerpower71.
Sweepy: An' we Smurfs belong te Peyo. Bye now!
"YOWCH! Dat stings!" Gutsy howled in pain as Papa removed his bandages and disinfected his wounds from last night.
"It wouldn't hurt so badly if you would just hold still, Gutsy," Papa gently explained as he continued with his nursing. As he was tending to Gutsy's wounds, Handy was helping with Hefty and Smurfette was nursing Don Smurfo.
They had the three disabled Smurfs outside the clinic to allow them to get some fresh air and sunshine. That and because their injuries weren't that severe, they could go to their mushrooms. It was very lucky that Crafty had broken them up or it would've been much worse.
"Ack!" Don Smurfo hissed, his muscles sore and tender from his battle. "I must say. My Smurfirina sure knows how to hold her own in a fight."
Gutsy looked like he was about to retort back at him, but he felt too weak. He too was weakened by Crafty's assault on them both.
"Hold her own?" Greedy asked jokingly. "She practically smurfed you both in your place!"
"It sure was funny!" Jokey exclaimed and laughed with the Smurfs that were surrounding the group.
"It was. Boy, do I know who's going to be the alpha in that relationship!" Cupid snickered, currently mixing in the ingredients for the potion that would cure both Smurfs of their love-struck trances once and for all. Unfortunately, it wouldn't be done until tomorrow.
"Humph," Meena huffed. "Well. If you ask me, you both deserved it."
"Aw, c'mon, Meena! Males fight over women all the time! Animals do it and so do humans. It's a hard truth. Get over it," Xavier snapped rolling his eyes.
"Xavier! Did you even see the way they fought? They nearly killed each other!" Meena argued. She huffed and ruffled her feathers. "Besides, only females without respect for themselves would allow such wretched behavior from males. They actually enjoy being fought over. That's not Crafty and you know it!"
"Details, details. Don't worry about it. Just a few bruises and cuts aren't something you can't heal from. Trust me, this'll be ancient history by tomorrow," Xavier stated dumbly.
"I-I don't know ab-about that, Xavier," Scaredy whispered out. "T-Those two know h-how to hold a gr-grudge."
"Please! If anyone can hold a grudge, it's me. I'm still holding one over that moron that got me and Meena locked up."
"H-How?" Scaredy asked suddenly.
"Huh?"
"H-How d-do you do it? How do y-you d-do it all wi-without being af-afraid?"
"That's easy! I just…uh…hmm. I don't know. I guess I just got that badger nerve. You either got it or you don't," Xavier shrugged his shoulders.
"Oh…" Scaredy replied.
"LET GO OF ME! I DON'T 'AVE TIME FER THIS!"
The gathering of Smurfs and animals turned their attention to the three Smurfs approaching, though only two were coming willingly. Sweepy didn't stop thrashing to get out of Miner and Wooly's grip, but to no avail.
"What in Smurf's name is smurfing on?" Papa asked shocked. He knew Sweepy wasn't the most respected Smurf in the village, but he never saw any of his children do this to him before.
"Papa Smurf," Miner began. "We have a serious problem an' we just can't stand it!"
"Well, what's troubling you two? And why are you doing that to Sweepy?" Papa asked temporarily stopping his work with Gutsy.
Miner and Wooly finally let go of Sweepy and pushed him forward to the group of Smurfs.
"Thank you," Sweepy said fixing his hat and scarf. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have important business to smurf to."
He tried to walk away, but was yanked back harshly by Wooly, who then pushed him back to the Smurfs.
"Not until you tell Papa what you told us," He growled crossing his arms as he and Miner blocked whatever escape routes could be available to him. That's when the Smurfs started getting curious as to why they were being so forceful with Sweepy.
"Are ye jokin'?" Sweepy snapped. "You both weren't even supposed te know about it!"
"Well the past is the past, Sweepy," Miner reasoned. "No use in fighten' it. Just tell'em!"
"I can't betray Crafty like that!" Sweepy tried to whisper it to the two Smurfs, but it was still loud enough for them all to hear. All of them now leaned in with complete curiosity, especially Gutsy and Don Smurfo.
"Sweepy," Wooly snarled. "If you really want ta help her, you'll tell Papa right now or I'll beat it outta ya."
"Now, now you two!" Papa hushed, not wanting a repeat of yesterday to occur. "Sweepy. Why don't we speak in private, if that makes you feel better."
Sweepy hung his head and nodded. Papa then ushered him into Doctor's clinic where they could speak in a more secluded area. With Papa gone, Doctor stepped in and continued with tending to Gutsy's wounds. Once the door shut, the two Smurfs turned their attention and glares to Gutsy and Don Smurfo.
"You both just smurfed a whole new low. Ye know that, right?" Miner hissed as he crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at them in pure disgust.
"What are ye talkin' about? What did we do?" Gutsy asked incredulously, feeling offended that he would be blamed for something along with a Smurf like Don Smurfo.
"You both know what you did!" Wooly bellowed, making them jerk back in surprise.
Miner put a firm hand on his shoulder, "Control there, Wooly. Violence isn't goin' te solve this problem."
"What problem, if I may ask, are you both talking about?" Meena asked.
"And what about Crafty?" Smurfette added. "Is something wrong with her?"
"Wrong?" Wooly repeated angrily, not to Smurfette, but to all of them. "Wrong? There's nothing but wrong with her! Not after what those bone-headed, no-good Smurfs did!"
All the Smurfs shrank back in distinct fear as he jabbed an accusing finger at the two Smurfs. After calming down just a smidge, Wooly continued slowly, "Do you really want to know what those two did to her? Really did to her?"
Their curiosity stronger than their fear, all of them nodded slowly.
"I'll tell ya. Crafty is an emotional wreck. Simple as that and it's their fault!" Wooly snapped gesturing to the two injured Smurfs.
"Okay. Now this I gotta hear," Hefty weakly replied as he sat up from his place.
"What do you mean, Wooly? What happened?" Cupid asked turning away from his current concoction.
"Now, I don' know the full story well enough, but all I know is is that Miner an' I were walkin' around an' we heard Sweepy talkin' te Chef. He was tellin' him that she was just that. A complete, unsmurfy wreck! He said that she even said that you both were to blame!"
The surrounding creatures couldn't believe their ears. Crafty actually said that? It was completely out of her nature to be so violently harsh with her words to any one, especially with other Smurfs. Gutsy and Don Smurfo, however, couldn't believe it the most. They couldn't and they wouldn't believe it.
"Nonsense!" Don Smurfo growled narrowing his eyes at them both. "Even if she were upset, why would she go around and blame us? Especially me!"
"Don' even try te weasel yer way outta this!" Gutsy hissed. "Ye started dat fight in de first place! If me lassie's really upset, it'd be yer doin'!"
Miner looked at them both suspiciously, "Wait. Do ye mean ye don' believe us?"
"Of course not!" Gutsy replied furiously. "Have ye seen how tough she is? Me lassie can handle anythin' anysmurf can throw-"
Gutsy was cut off as he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. Don Smurfo yelped when he felt the same thing happen to him. The creatures around looked shocked at Chef, who was standing behind the two, a scowl on his face and arms crossed with one hand holding a wooden spoon.
"What de heck was dat for?" Gutsy growled angrily.
"Yeah, Cheffy," Xavier said. "Enlighten us. As funny as it was, why did you hit those two bozos?"
That earned a good glare from the two Smurfs and Meena, but earned quite a few snickers from the surrounding Smurfs. Even Chef lightened his face with a chuckle before turning his glare back to the two Smurfs.
"I go to find Sweepy because he requested something for me to make for Crafty and you know how much I love to cook for my fellow Smurfs, no? Well, I went to find him so he can take it to her, but he's not here, so I look for him and look for him and-"
"Per amore di tutti i Puffi! Get to the point, already!" Don Smurfo shouted grasping the back of his throbbing head from Chef's blow from his wooden spoon.
Chef's scowl deepened, then he replied simply, "You know, I thought Sweepy had lost it completely. Thought he woke up this morning and dreamed it all up."
"Ya did?" Sweepy asked as he and Papa finally emerged from Doctor's mushroom. Papa had all but a content expression on his face. It wasn't exactly angry, but it didn't show that he was at all at peace.
"Well...yes, I did. But no more! Not after what I have witnessed!" Chef argued while threatening to thwack Gutsy and Don Smurfo with his wooden spoon.
"Was Crafty in the same er...state as she was before?" Papa asked worriedly.
"That and then some, Papa," Chef nodded, but then he did brighten up. "The happiest I saw her today was when I gave her my smurfy hot chocolate! How she is in love with my beverage!"
Not surprising in the least, Gutsy and Don Smurfo let out a low growl at Chef, eyes narrowed and glowing a dark pink. They both went to stand and tear him to shreds, but found they couldn't move. They moved around and tried to move their feet, but they couldn't. Looking down, they were shocked to see their feet molded into the ground, like they were standing in a pool of dried-up quicksand.
"Don't even think about," Xavier stated simply with a smug smirk on his face.
"Sweepy. Would you mind taking me to Crafty?" Papa asked. Sweepy bit his lip and looked down, unsure what to do even if it was just Papa. The red clad elder sighed, placing a hand on Sweepy's shoulder, "Sweepy. I must see her if I am to help her. Nothing can be done until I can smurf it from Crafty herself."
"Papa," Wooly began. "If it's all the same with ye, Miner and I'll take ya. I'm sure Sweepy'll want te put in his two smurfs with those two."
Wooly glared at Gutsy and Don Smurfo as Miner nodded in agreement. Papa didn't feel any harm in the change, since Sweepy wouldn't feel comfortable with bringing Smurfs to see her in her current state. So, he followed his two younger children in the direction of Crafty's mushroom.
Sweepy looked at the two Smurfs with many mixed emotions. He felt everything: Anger, resentment, guilt, everything but joy or sympathy for Gutsy and Don Smurfo. It was fortunate for them that Sweepy wasn't that kind of Smurf to hold a grudge or start a fight with either of them. Unfortunately for him, he was just within a Smurf's reach. Gutsy growled and shot his arms at Sweepy's scarf, making the soot-covered Smurf to yelp as he was pulled forward nose-to-nose with the Scottish Smurf.
"Alright, what were ye doin' goin' to me lassie's mushroom in de first place!" He snarled menacingly.
In an attempt to be intimidating, Sweepy narrowed his eyes at him and pushed his chest to Gutsy's as he replied, "I was bein' a good friend by goin' an' checkin' in on 'er after the mess you both caused!"
"Oh, please!" Don Smurfo scoffed. "If any Smurf is responsible for any mess, it is him! Not me!"
"What did ye just say?" Gutsy growled pushing Sweepy away and sending a harsh glare at swashbuckling Smurf. He snatched Sweepy's sweeper and whacked Don Smurfo with the end, making his face black and sooty. Don Smurfo shook with anger as he unsheathed his sword and jammed it into the dirt under him, freeing him of his earth-bound trap. He then crouched and thrust himself forward, tackling Gutsy and also releasing him from his snare.
This time, unlike yesterday, the other Smurfs weren't hesitant in trying to break them up. Greedy, Handy and Sweepy held Gutsy back and Smurfette, Chef and Doctor went to hold Don Smurfo from further attacks. Even Meena spread her wings out to separate the two. It seemed futile, though. The both of them were just too angry at each other to want to calm down.
"S-STOP IT, RIGHT NOW!"
Every single creature within ear shot of the voice froze with complete and utter shock and surprise at the familiar voice.
"Th-This isn't about you t-two!" Scaredy continued his fierce (well, fierce for Scaredy, anyway) outrage, which was completely unheard of until now. "Or who's fault it was! Cr-Crafty's h-hurt and-and...you both are being completely unsmurfy to her by f-fighting!"
Scaredy's eyes widened and he shook violently as he saw Don Smurfo and Gutsy narrow their eyes at him menacingly. He whimpered as he now saw that they were trying not to harm each other, but to get him. Xavier pounced forward and pinned the two to the ground with his two front paws.
"Try anything like that again and I'll pound you both so hard to the ground you'll be coughing up dirt for a month!" He snarled baring his teeth with his claws barely threatening to press into their skin.
"Xavier, that's enough!" A firm voice called to them.
Xavier looked up suddenly and stepped back. Papa had returned with Wooly and Miner, and it was the least to say that he was angry. His arms were crossed, his eyes were narrowed and the unusual frown combined into a distinct knowing to all the Smurfs when Papa was not in a good mood. Needless to say that Wooly and Miner seemed pleased with it, but their eyes held pity and guilt, for they also saw Crafty in her emotionally-harmed situation.
"Gutsy. Don Smurfo. I will admit that the both of you should've known better than to fight so unsmurfily with each other. That was one thing, but now Crafty is completely devastated over the turmoil you both have caused her. And for that you leave me no other choice. You both are to be separated on opposite sides of the village and you are forbidden to see or speak with Crafty until further notice."
"WHAT!" They both gasped out. They felt the grip of the Smurfs and Meena letting go of them yet they made no other movement.
"I'm sorry, but it is what's best for you both. And for Crafty. Wooly, Miner. Please escort them to where they need to be," Papa firmly ordered, though anyone could see the hurt behind his eyes for doing what had to be done.
"Alrigh, you two. Let's get goin'," Wooly walked forward along with Miner to take the two fully nursed Smurfs.
Wooly took a firm, but not demanding grip on Don Smurfo's arm. Miner nudged Gutsy in his back, not wanting to hurt him any more than he already was. The two Smurfs were so shocked by the news that was given to them that they didn't even bother to put up a fight. It wasn't a long walk from Doctor's clinic to Gutsy's mushroom, so that didn't give Gutsy a lot of time to think of everything. Everything that happened from the very day he laid loving eyes on Crafty. Thinking of everything he did, he thought he did the right thing. So, why would she be upset?
Finally, when the two reached the door to Gutsy's mushroom, Miner stopped and looked at him. Not with anger, but not with sympathy either. Just more like a guiding look.
"Gutsy. You ought te know better. I know that you haven't seen 'er...well, cryin' and all, but that doesn't mean that she's not upset. If I were you, I'd take'er advice and smurf yer act together and think about how all you an' Don Smurfo have done has affected her and not you. Think about it."
Feeling satisfied with his work, Miner turned and left to get his work done. Gutsy hung his head and sighed, entering his mushroom and shutting the door silently.
Gutsy stared at his ceiling blankly, actually thinking for once. He did nothing but lay on his bed and think to himself all day.
"Bravo. That was a good fight you put up yesterday," Devil clapped appearing next to Gutsy along with Angel. Gutsy blinked and looked at the two, then sent a glare at the ceiling as he tried to ignore them both.
"And that thing you did with Sweepy's sweeper? Ha ha! Now that was hilarious!" Devil snickered. Angel backed away a bit as he saw Gutsy close his eyes, his rusty eyebrows furrowing and a frown forming on his lips.
"Now all we have to do is ma-ACK!" Devil was cut off as Gutsy's hand clamped around his small body, squeezing him until he became silent.
"If I were ye, lad," Gutsy whispered maliciously. "I would keep yer smurfs to yerself. Yer the one who got me inta this in the first place!"
Devil coughed as Gutsy's grip tightened around him. He gulped loudly, knowing if Gutsy squeezed him any harder, he would pop like a Smurfberry.
"Gutsy! Don't! This isn't going to help anything!" Angel gently coaxed.
Gutsy snapped his attention to his brighter conscience. His features softened, but then hardened as he growled and threw Devil to the side of the room, where he grabbed his throat, breathing in heavily to get oxygen back to his lungs. Not even bothering to stick around for more, he only glared at Angel and disappeared into a cloud of red smoke.
"It's not 'is fault, either," Gutsy stated to nobody specific. "It's mine. I was a complete numptie fer lettin' meself listen te him!"
Angel flinched as Gutsy slammed a clenched fist on his dresser. It hurt him greatly to see his guidee like this, but it wouldn't do much good to try to get back through to him until he released his emotions.
"Angel," Gutsy suddenly said. Hesitantly, he turned to Angel and sighed, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry fer not listenin' te ye when I had the chance. Fer actually takin' tips from dat Devil. An' fer...well, hittin' ye like dat a while ago..."
Holding up a hand, Angel smiled, "It's alright. I forgive you."
Gutsy smiled, but then frowned, "Angel. What do I do?"
Angel also frowned, answering with, "Well, that depends on what you want."
The Scottish Smurf sighed, "All I want is fer me lassie te stop bein' sad. I don' want te hurt her anymore. I just want her to be happy."
Angel smiled, though it was sad more than happy, "Gutsy. Too much damage has been done already, so I'm afraid that there's really only one way to set things right."
Crafty sat on her bed with her arms wrapped around her knees. Her eyes were puffy and red, much like Weepy's were all the time, though she couldn't really help it with all she's been through. Many of the Smurfs came by with their condolences and sympathies that day and by now there should be no more since it was nearly time for bed. She had to admit, though, besides the hot chocolate from Chef, the best thing that happened was Hummer bringing her a flower to cheer her up.
She sighed heavily and swung her legs over her bed, getting off to get ready for bed. She went through her normal routine and just as she was about to crawl under her blanket, there was a knock on the door. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, curious to know who was out this late. Going down the steps and to her door, Crafty opened it up to reveal a particular Smurfling. A Smurfling she'd last expect to see after everything that's happened.
"Snappy? What're you doing here? You know it's near your bedtime!" Crafty whispered.
Snappy shuffled his feet shyly, muttering, "I know, I know. But...Can I talk to ya? Just for a minute?"
"Sure. Come in," Crafty ushered the Smurfling into her home and into her bedroom. She sat on her bed and gave the best smile she could manage as she asked, "So, what is it you want to smurf to me about?"
Again, Snappy shuffled his feet, his head scrunched back and his eyes filling with tears. Crafty frowned instantly and her maternal instinct kicked in as she got off of her bed and ran to the Smurfling. Before she could even touch him, he clung to her and sobbed.
"I'm so sorry, Crafty! I shouldn't've said all those things to you about Don Smurfo! Please don't be sad anymore!" He hiccuped as he continued to cry into her body. The apology didn't completely process through at the moment, but she knew what he meant. It wasn't his fault and he shouldn't have to suffer any emotional damage like she had to.
"Shh. Shh. It's okay, Snappy. I forgive you. You don't have to apologize. Just calm down," She cooed to him as she sat back on her bed, trying to soothe his tears. As hard as he tried, however, he just couldn't do it. Crafty frowned before her face brightened at a sudden idea. Something that just might soothe them both.
Smurfling mine, don't you cry
Snappy stopped his sobbing as he heard Crafty's voice soothingly...singing to him? Yes. She was actually singing.
Smurfling mine, dry your eyes
Rest your head close to my heart
Never to part, Smurfling of mine
Snappy closed his eyes, letting the last of his tears drop down his face and put his hear to Crafty's heart, listening to the steady beat. She smiled and continued to sing her melodious lullaby.
Little one when you play
Don't you mind what you say
Let those eyes sparkle and shine
Never a tear, Smurfling of mine
Snappy breathed a steady breath and he asked drowsily, "Crafty? Where'd ya hear this song? It's nice..."
Crafty chuckled, "Thanks. I don't really know, to be honest. Every since the thing with the Rod of Reminiscence, I've been hearing it every night before I go to sleep."
Snappy didn't reply though and the answer was clear why. His breathing became steady and deep, his eyes were shut and his muscles were completely relaxed. He had fallen asleep before the lullaby had even ended. Crafty smiled and kissed his forehead, but decided to finish anyway.
From your head to your toes
You're so sweet, goodness knows
You are so precious to me
Cute as can be, Smurfling of mine
Smurfling mine, Smurfling mine...
"Goodnight, Snappy," She whispered, laying down. She let out a loud yawn and let her eyes droop shut with Snappy sleeping comfortably in her arms.
Great chapter, eh? The song I used was "Baby Mine" from Dumbo, only you get the changes. I made it into "Smurfling Mine" for the sake of the story, but that doesn't mean that it belongs to me. It belongs to Disney. And since this is Memorial Day, I'm dedicating this chapter to my five great uncles and Grandpa for serving in the Navy and Air force. Only five of them are alive as of today. God Bless America.