Hola, me FanFiction amigos! I have to say that I'm happy about how much progress my stories have gotten all of us. Chloe and Painter have a nice relationship so far. Crazy has his hugs and in this chapter, Don Smurfo is gonna get the most horrible humiliation of his lifetime.
Smurfs: YAY! YAAAY! Wait, what?
Moving into the reviews! Cutie Kyuubi- Hope you and Hefty have a nice time on Kokomo! Be sure to have him back as soon as you're done!
flowerpower71- I know! Isn't Fencette awesome? I didn't mean for her to be a ninja, but she sure acts like one. As for Scaredy, I can sincerely say that he got the least amount of damage. (whispers) Unlike Xavier. (points at badger)
Xavier: I'll say. Ugghhh! (holds ice pack onto his jaw) I think she knocked my jaw out of place when she got me. That girl can bring it.
That she can, my good badger. And don't worry about that Crazy Smurf. He got his share of hugs and he's good and happy now. In fact, Jo was so cooperative and nice with him and the conversation with CartoonCaster21 via private messaging, I may just have her in my stories with you! With the permission of CartoonCaster21, of course.
Crazy: YAY! Jo's coming! YAY!
Calm down, Crazy. She's not coming just yet. Oh, and you're wish has been granted! I'll even throw in a giant sea turtle to take you and Johan. He's not as big as a whale, but he's big enough to seat five humans fifty five Smurfs. My treat.
gummybear and zoey 102- I don't see why I can't do that. A lot of things have been planned out for the rest of this story and the beginning of the next story, but I'll see what I can do about your OCs. I can't predict when they'll appear, but when the time comes, you guys will be the first to know.
Chloe- I'm happy for you and Painter. I'm glad the both of you are good and smurfy. I only hope that you guys will like the future chapters because that's where many of your questions will be answered. Especially the one that's been on everyone's mind. (dramatic drum roll) Will Peewit ever get the best of Xavier?
Peewit: (smirks and crosses arms) Well. I think we all know the answer to that one.
Hefty: Oh, yes we do, Peewit. Oh, yes we do.
Xavier: Uh, I do know that answer to that too, but I thought you were leaning more towards the certain togetherness of a certain Smurf and Smurfette.
Gutsy and Crafty?
Xavier: NO! I mean, well, yeah. They're important, but I was talking about the other two.
Huh? Oh, right! Them too. That question will be answered too. Zinka17- Glad ta hear you and Scaredy had a good time together. I hope you guys will go out on another date sometime soon. I think it'll help with his "successful" bravery lessons with Xaiver.
Xavier: Hey! That was not-Oww! (holds ice pack to his jaw again) That was not my fault! How the heck was I supposed to know that Smurfette was there in the village. And she had ninja fighting skills!
You weren't supposed to know, dumb-dumb. billy bob jr.- Again, I just love the many new reviewers that are joining the saga. Seriously, I've had to have gained at least six new reviewers in the past few chapters. You being one of them, which we are very happy with. I'll certainly keep doing my best to keep up the good chapters.
Hey! Xavier! This reviewer has the same review name as you do! He's happy about the chapters too. Don't you worry, I'll keep up the good work for every one of you guys! I won't let ya down!
Disclaimer time, people!
Hefty: Crafty, Hummer, Xavier, Meena, Benevolent and Fencette belong to frostforge44.
Xavier: The Smurfs, Johan and Peewit belong to Peyo. Oh, and Livy Ashton belongs to flowerpower71. Yeah, she makes an appearance in this chapter, too.
"Wake up, Crafty. Wake up," A soft voice seemed to whisper and echo in Crafty's ear. Actually, it felt more like the voice was sounding from inside her head. She groaned and turned on her side. Soon she felt herself being shaken gently, the same voice repeating itself.
"Okay, okay! I'm awake," she grumbled rubbing her eyes and sitting up. She blinked the sleep out of her eyes and looked around. Still in her stone-like cage. Judging by the light coming from the front of the cave, it was nearly dawn.
Crafty winced as she heard a thunderous snore coming from, who else, Zumonul. It was seriously a miracle that she got any sleep at all. Granted, it was only about four and a half hours, but it would have to do. Fencette would have to return at any time now.
"Shesh," Crafty muttered, glaring at the slumbering king on his throne. "How much can that guy sleep?"
"More than you or I would in an entire lifetime, actually."
Crafty blew out a breath of air as she turned to the infamous Benevolent Smurf, who was nonchalantly leaning against the rocky wall.
She smiled while shaking her head, "You. Why is it that you always appear whenever I'm in situations like this?"
Benevolent chuckled, "A reason that cannot yet be understood by you or even myself."
She blinked at him blankly, "What?"
"Never mind that. I assume that you have a plan to escape and defeat Zumonul?"
Crafty narrowed her eyes suspiciously, "And why is it that you seem to know everything about everything? Do you have magic powers or are you just stalking me?"
"Neither. It's easy to assume one's intentions when one pays enough attention. I only guess this because you have yet to attempt to escape your cage. That and I saw you release that Smurfette. A creation of yours, I believe?" Benevolent raised an eyebrow in question.
"Again, you've guessed right and again, you seem to be a lot more than you're smurfing on."
"And again," he mused. "You're wit has proven to, yet again, exceed my expectations."
"Seriously, what century are you from?" Crafty asked seriously. "I have met a lot of people and magical creatures and I mean a lot, and I have never heard any of them smurf with that kind of vocabulary."
"That is for me to know and for you to figure out for yourself. You are the smarter of us both, aren't you?" Benevolent asked with a smirk.
"Not exactly. I do have a plan to get Zumonul back in his book. What I didn't think about was how I was going to escape," Crafty muttered embarrassingly, rubbing a hand on her arm. "I guess I'll have to figure out that problem when Fencette gets back."
"Well, I'm sure your plan will work out just fine. Good luck to you-" He began as he started to walk away. It seemed that he wanted to get out as soon as possible.
"Whoa whoa whoa! We're not finished just yet," Crafty reached out through the bars and snatched Benevolent by his arm, pulling him back roughly .
"We're not?" Benevolent asked, having only a small bit of apprehension in his voice.
"You have some serious explaining to do. You're hiding a lot more than you're smurfing on. Like how you knew I created Fencette and how you knew she was a Smurfette. That disguise could've fooled anysmurf!"
He gulped, "Oh. You noticed that."
"It's like you said: You can pick up a lot when you actually pay attention," Crafty smirked, how seeing the nervousness in his voice. "And if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're in a pretty smurfy hurry. Ya know what that means?"
Benevolent shook his head, the same shock and fear appearing in his eyes from when the both of them met.
"It means that you obviously have something to hide! Confess!" Crafty hissed.
"Okay! Okay! I surrender!" Benevolent used his free hand to make a submissive gesture. "But first, there's just one thing I need to do."
"And what is that?"
Benevolent gave an inward smirk as he stealthily placed the hand of his trapped arm on the back of Crafty's head. Just as it placed itself on her head, it started glowing a bright gold.
"Nightie night," he whispered clamping his hand on the back of her head. In a complete instant, Crafty scrunched her face in resistance to the sudden force in her mind commanding her to sleep.
"Nnngghhh..." She groaned releasing the iron-tight grip she had on his arm. Before long she tumbled over in a deep sleep.
Benevolent caught onto her overall's strap just before any part of her body touched the ground. He waved his hand, making it glow a beautiful gold like before. Crafty's cloak flew forward magically and draped itself over Crafty's body. Gently, Benevolent set Crafty on the ground and patted her head.
He sighed heavily, "That was a close one. She nearly had me in an inescapable corner."
With that, Benevolent quietly rushed out of the cave entrance just as the sun had risen over the forest.
"Papa Smurf! How long are we gonna keep looking? I'm tired!" Brainy whined. It wasn't only he that was suffering from the all-night search, in which they turned up with nothing. No Crafty. No Don Smurfo. No luck.
Papa sighed heavily, "I'm afraid you're right, Brainy. We'll have to keep looking, but for now, we'll smurf back to the village and get some rest. Come along, my little Smurfs. We'll continue our search after we've all gotten some sleep."
He couldn't help but whisper to himself, "Hopefully the Smurfs with Johan, Peewit and Livy will find them soon enough."
Slowly but thankfully, the other Smurfs nodded in agreement and started making their way back to the village. With only another two minutes left before reaching the outskirts of the village, a loud and even scared voice yell out,
"Papa Smurf! Papa Smurf!"
Nat ran ran through the bushes, looking frantically around for anysmurf that could help him with...well, whatever it was he needed assistance with.
"Nat! Nat! Calm down!" Papa exclaimed grabbing the young Smurfling by the arm before he could run past him. "What's the *yawn* What's the matter? Is something wrong?"
"It's Scaredy and Xavier! They're really...You've gotta...Come on!" Nat bellowed dragging Papa by his arm back to the village. All of the other Smurfs looked at each other and started running back to the village.
Meanwhile, back in the village...
"Gee, who do ya think did this to Xavier and Scaredy?" Slouchy asked Sassette as the both of them looked over the comatose Smurf and badger.
"I don't know, but whoever it was, they sure were strong," Sassette nodded. Baby started squirming and cooing in her arms, reaching out his arms to grab something that was completely out of his reach.
The both of them looked over to the mushroom wall, now seeing the five stone darts that dug themselves into the mushroom of Vanity Smurf. On one of those darts, it held a silky green mask that dangled from one of them.
"Mysterious Manatees," Sassette whispered. "Where'd that come from?"
"Say. You don't think it's from...?" Slouchy trailed off, letting the question hang in the air. "I mean, Crafty did have the book and the potion."
"You're right," Sassette gasped. "But does that mean Fencette did this?"
Suddenly the two of them heard the shouts of Nat and the other Smurfs returning to the village.
"Whether she did it or not, we can't let the others smurf that she was here. She might be the only one that can find Crafty," Slouchy explained ripping off the mask from the wall of the mushroom and handing it to Baby, who gratefully took it and felt the silky material in his little blue hands. "Put Baby back in his crib so they won't see the mask!"
Sassette nodded and hastily went to Papa's mushroom but then stopped abruptly. She turned back, "But Pappy's mushroom's a mess! He won't like it if we have Baby in there!"
The shouts came closer and closer.
"Just think of something. I'll go distract the others," Slouchy then ran to hold off the other Smurfs.
Sassette looked around hastily then brightened up at a sudden idea. She ran behind the other mushrooms to avoid being seen. From a hidden spot, she motioned to Slouchy, who was currently trying to hold the crowd back along with Nat, to let them go. She had an idea to keep Baby hidden.
Slouchy nodded, then said, "Never mind. Turns out the bee hive was a momma bunny. But seriously, you've gotta see Xavier and Scaredy. They got smurfed up good."
"My house!" Vanity gasped completely oblivious to the unconscious Scaredy Smurf and Xavier. "It's ruined!"
"Oh, poor Xavier," Smurfette frowned as she patted the snout of the badger. "He looks hurt. What do we do, Papa Smurf?"
"I'm not sure, Smurfette. I'll have to look in one of my books to look for a potion to help them both," Papa explained entering his mushroom. Slouchy bit his lip and gave a guilty look at Nat, who silently mouthed back "What?"
"MY SMURFNESS! I've been robbed!" Papa bellowed sticking his head out the window. The two Smurflings flinched at the yell of their father and tried to hide their guilt by looking startled with the others.
"WHAT?" The Smurfs chorused back to him.
"And where's Baby? I don't smurf him anywhere!" Papa looked over the crowd worriedly for the infant Smurf.
"Uh...well, ya see, Papa Smurf. We kinda had Baby-"
"Baby's with Wild and Chitter, Pappy Smurf!" Sassette exclaimed happily. "We heard some strange noises and we found Xavier and Scaredy like that. So we thought Baby would be safer with Wild. I just smurfed up on him and he's as smurfy as ever, Pappy!"
Papa let out a large breath of air in relief. "Good. But that still doesn't explain who could've done this."
The red clad father froze instantly. Mentally taking a head count, he only counted the heads of three Smurflings.
"Smurflings? Where's Snappy?"
Snappy panted heavily and wearily as he ran through the forest, desperately looking for Don Smurfo and or, with any luck, Crafty or even where she could be. He immediately left the village after witnessing the rumble and theft caused by the green clad Smurfette. He shuddered at the very thought of running into her first of all the Smurfs he knew.
"Don Smurfo!" He called out weakly. "Alomar!"
His tired eyes scanned the forest for any living creature. Human, animal, or Smurf. It was just about as likely that he'd run into Gargamel long before he'd run into Don Smurfo or the Smurfette.
Before long, Snappy slowed his run to a trot, and finally to a slouched trudging. He was beginning to lose hope along with his patience. Actually, scratch that. He had lost his patience since the first few minutes he left the village to find Don Smurfo.
"I'm tired! Maybe I should just smurf back and let Papa Smurf-WHOA!" Snappy yelped as he fell forward into a shallow hole.
"Owww..." He groaned sitting up and rubbing his head, which probably now had a large bump on it. Snappy shook his head and climbed out of the hole. "Where did this hole come from, anyway? I don't remember there being a hole when Don Smurfo brought me and Crafty here."
Snappy's eyes widened when he backed up and saw the hole...wasn't a hole. It wasn't a giant footprint, much bigger than anything any human or animal could make. Snappy looked around, finding the trail that was leading into the forest and up towards the mountains.
"Zumonul," he whispered. "So he really did come out of the book, after all."
His face suddenly brightened up.
"Great! That means if I follow the tracks, I'll find Crafty and Don Smurfo! He's sure to be after that no-good troll king!"
With his newly found hope, the young Smurfling ran and ran as fast as his short legs could carry him. He ran and ran, wondering how long it would take to get to wherever it was that the troll king was going. Before stepping another step further, a dark green blur flashed past him and into the bushes to the side.
He blinked before the sound of powerful broad wings filled his ears.
"Alomar!" Snappy exclaimed as the golden eagle swooped down and landed next to the Smurfling. Don Smurfo was perched on the neck of the great golden bird, not looking happy in the least. "And Don Smurfo! You've gotta do something! There was a thief in our village last night!"
"Yes. I know," Don Smurfo growled, glaring furiously at the direction in which the Smurfette disappeared. "Come. That thief must not get away!"
Snappy swiftly climbed onto Alomar's back, where he took off once the Smurfling was secure on his back. Don Smurfo glowered as he navigated Alomar through the bushes and tree branches to catch up with the Smurfette that had beaten and berated him so harshly.
Alomar screeched softly and nudged his sleeping master to wake him with his beak. He found Don Smurfo sleeping on a high tree branch in a tall tree far far away from the village. Word had gotten to the Smurf village via Hummer that Zumonul was loose in the forest and felt the duty belonged to him and his rider to defeat him and return him to the book.
Don Smurfo's eyes fluttered open and he cast a sad glance up at his companion. He sighed heavily as he stood up and stretched out his stiff body. Alomar looked over him expectantly, waiting for the orders of the hero Smurf.
"Alomar. It is time for us to go home," Don Smurfo suddenly said. He leaped down from branch to branch and onto the ground, trudging to the direction of his book. The golden eagle dropped down to the ground looked at him in shock. He screeched in panic, frantically pointing his wing in the other direction to go and find Zumonul. Of all the times he couldn't communicate with his master that was convenient, this was the worst time for that to happen!
"No, Alomar!" Don Smurfo snapped, making Alomar crane his heck back in complete surprise. The heroic Smurf closed his eyes and looked down as he continued his trudging. "I do not wish to cause my Smurfir-" he stopped in mid-sentence and cringed. "I mean Crafty. I don't want to cause her anymore grief than I have already caused. She was perfectly happy the way she was before I came. I only made matters for her worse. It would be for the best if we smurfed back home. She's made her choice, anyway."
The bird of prey gave Don Smurfo a sad look, knowing what he had meant. Now it felt like they had no purpose that they should be outside of their world, but Alomar couldn't allow it. Zumonul was out here, too. And it was their responsibility to put him back and help Crafty before something bad really happened.
Alomar narrowed his eyes and used his taloned foot to grab Don Smurfo's cape to stop him. He screeched indignantly and lifted the Smurf off of the ground, setting him down in the direction in which Zumonul may be hiding himself and Crafty.
Don Smurfo frowned and narrowed his eyes back, "Alomar. I am not joking. We need to leave. The sooner the better."
The golden eagle stuck out his wings to block the Smurf's path.
Don Smurfo's hand soon started hovering on the hilt of his sword as he growled, "I am serious, Alomar! I will give you until the count of three to get out of my way!"
Alomar frowned as well and stood his ground as he literally dug his talons into the ground.
"One-" Don Smurfo was suddenly thrown to the side at a sudden force. Alomar jumped back and his talons clung to a low tree branch in surprise.
Don Smurfo silently hissed in pain as he landed on top of something...soft? And warm? A sudden scent caught his attention and he inhaled it once again, trying to get a better identification. It smelled almost like apples and peaches. He had to say that it was one of the most intoxicating aromas he's ever smelled.
A feminine groan rang literally right into his ear, making his eyes snap open to a world of blackness. No, not blackness. It was more like...black hair? Yes. It
was hair.
Don Smurfo pushed himself up and looked down right before he was tossed to the side. Knocked flat on his back, he barely had time to comprehend what had happened before he felt something cold and metallic poke at his chest. Something that felt like a heeled boot pressed itself onto his lower abdomen.
"You bumbling moron!" The same voice that groaned from before hissed. "You should know better than to stand in the middle of a path like that!"
Don Smurfo blinked and shook his head, his mind still swimming from the shock of a lot of things. One of them being that he had easily been pinned to the ground. And the other of which who did it to him. Standing above him was a Smurfette, though she was none that he had ever seen. She was completely dressed in a dark green with only half of her face and her forearms showing any sign of blue. Well, except for her Smurf-ish blue eyes.
Fencette narrowed her eyes at the unresponsive Don Smurfo and pressed her heel deeper into his abs. Involuntarily, Don Smurfo grabbed onto her arm and flipped her over, pinning her to the ground yet again under him.
"I'm sorry to do this to you, Smurfirina, but you should know better than to handle weapons that are not fit for a lady to use."
Fencette growled and wrapped her legs around his waist, using all the lower body strength she had and back flip threw him into a nearby tree, also allowing her to back flip her back onto her feet. The tree bark dug into the skin on his back as he slid down it slowly, landed on his head, and landed on his stomach.
Alomar hissed and jumped down in front of his master, raising his wings and crouching down in a defensive position. Fencette backed away slowly at the size of the mighty bird, but still held her stubborn, determined disposition. Her head suddenly perked up and snapped into the direction of the mountains. Don Smurfo, who was finally able to stand also looked in that direction, wondering what it was that the Smurfette was looking at or listening to. Alomar, too, was looking off into the distance, curious to know what had caught the attention of their female foe.
"You are lucky that I have more important matters to attend to," Fencette glowered, sending a glare at the two males and picking up her brown sack. She sheathed her sword and turned to her destination path, taking off towards the mountainous part of the forest.
Don Smurfo raised an eyebrow and rubbed his chin in thought. This Smurfette was no ordinary female, not by a long shot.
Hmm. Let's see: She's completely clothed to camouflage herself in the forest. Has a nasty temper. Has superb fighting skills. Has exceptional flexibility in her arms and legs. Amazing power in her legs. Obviously had somewhere to be in a hurry. Not to mention she carried an unusually full sack. With things that may not even belong to her. That all means she has to be...!
Don Smurfo gasped, "A thief! Alomar! We must catch her before she gets away!"
Okay, Alomar thought. Not the direction I thought we'd go, but it's a start. Get the thief now. Go after Zumonul later.
Don Smurfo then climbed onto Alomar's back and took off into the sky not to capture the thief, but to follow her and see just where she was going.
"Gee, Don Smurfo," Snappy broke the swashbuckling Smurf out of his train of thought. "How come we're not gonna capture that Smurfette? We can get her so easy from up here."
"I know, my little Smurfbino," he responded. "But first I am curious to see just where the fiend is in such a hurry to get to."
Down below with Fencette, she had already taken notice of the moronic Smurf that was following her wasn't intending to give up. She knew she had to get to her point to meet Almia and she had to go fast. Almia was her one companion and probably her only friend she could trust.
The loud screech of an eagle filled the air, though it was startling to realize it didn't belong to Alomar. Before the two Smurfs on Alomar could look for the source, a gold blur tackled into Alomar, knocking the wind out of the golden eagle screech in surprise and slight pain. Snappy yelped as he was thrown up in the air and almost towards the ground. Before he could, Don Smurfo's arm shot out and grabbed the Smurfling by his shirt and pulled him to his chest.
The blur screeched again and hovered high in the air for the males to see. It was another golden eagle, though this one had stormy blue eyes and its feathers were still a brownish-gold, but were lighter in shade than Alomar's.
"Almia! Come! We must be going!" Fencette shouted out, giving out a loud whistle at the end.
Hearing the call from her master, Almia tucked in her wings and dove towards her rider, who jumped onto her buck and rocketed back into the sky. Fencette sent a smirk in the direction of the males and navigated her eagle in the direction of the mountains.
Snarling, Don Smurfo yelled out, "Hya, Alomar! Don't let them get away!"
Alomar screeched and thrust himself in the direction of the two females, who still didn't slow down at their extreme flying. Eventually, they were flying right next to them at a higher altitude. Don Smurfo, without even thinking about it, narrowed his eyes in anger and threw himself off of Alomar and towards Fencette. Unaware, Fencette sensed danger and looked to her left. Her eyes widened but couldn't even let out a yell of surprise before Don Smurfo rammed her off of her bird and began to plummet down to the trees of the forest.
Meanwhile, directly below the two falling Smurfs...
"Johan!" Peewit whined lying forward on Biquette's neck in despair. "When are we gonna eat?"
"Peewit, we only ate half an hour ago!" Johan protested. Some of the Smurfs joined the three humans to continue to look for Crafty and Don Smurfo, who were Gutsy, Hefty, Handy, Smurfette, and Brainy. Also, Hummer tagged along to help and look for his best friend. "We must keep searching. We can eat again in a few hours."
"A few hours!" Peewit yelped. "But I'm gonna be dead by then!"
"Laddie," Gutsy growled standing from atop of Bayard's head. "Me lassie's probably being tortured by dat troll, an' all ye can think about is yer stomach?"
"Gutsy, calm down!" Livy coaxed. "We'll find Crafty. She'll be alright and you both will be together again. I promise."
Gutsy only huffed and sat down on the stallion's head, staring ahead blankly.
"Livy's right, Gutsy," Smurfette comforted, placing a hand on the Scottish Smurf's shoulder. "Crafty's strong. She'll be alright. I'm sure if she smurfed him once, she can smurf him again."
He couldn't help but smirk and chuckle. "Yeah. I guess yer right."
"Sorry, Gutsy," Peewit apologized. "I didn't mean it like that. I just can't help myself. I can't help that I'm hungry. It's not like I don't really care."
Suddenly, a purple and green blur crashed down on Peewit's head, making him cry out in surprise and making Biquette squeal and buck, throwing Peewit straight into a large boulder. The purple and green blurs also landed there and fell to the ground with Peewit landing beside them. Though it was a surprise, they couldn't help but recognize on of them.
"Don Smurfo!" They all cried out in relief. At the sound of his name, both of the Smurfs jumped to their feet and drew their weapons, narrowing their eyes at each other.
"But who's the Smurfette? I've never seen her around before," Hefty stated scratching his head in confusion.
Ignoring the others, Fencette let out a battle cry and lunged forward with her sword, which Don Smurfo just barely blocked. He threw it up and went to land a strike at her, which she had an easier time blocking than he did.
"I don't know," Peewit answered. Then he mused, "But whoever she is, I like her."
At the same time he finished his sentence, Alomar and Almia both landed side by side on the forest floor next to the steeds of the three humans. In Almia's beak was the sack of "stolen" property. Snappy slid down Alomar's back and went to see the action.
"Smurfaroo! What are you guys doing here?"
"Snappy! What're you doing here? Shouldn't you be back in the village?" Handy inquired.
"Well...ya see, I saw that Smurfette stealing from Papa Smurf's mushroom. And then she smurfed Xavier and Scaredy, so I went to find Don Smurfo to find her and here we are."
"Stealing?" Fencette echoed indignantly as she blocked another attack from Don Smurfo. "I stole nothing! I only retrieved the supplies my creator needed to vanquish a troll king!"
"Troll king?" Don Smurfo stopped his fighting suddenly at the familiar identity.
"Creator?" The Smurfs pondered.
"Yes, my creator sent me to the village of yours to gather supplies to send that Zumonul back to where he came from. I have the list right here to prove it," Fencette then reached into her pouch pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper.
"So you know where Zumonul is hiding?" Handy asked as he took the folded parchment, opened it up and read over it. "Say. This is Crafty's handwriting!"
"It is?" The others echoed.
"Let me see dat!" Gutsy demanded snatching the parchment from the handy-man Smurf and scanning over it. "Dis is me lassie's handwritin'!"
"Well, your story seems to smurf out," Hefty said. "What do ya say you take us to Zumonul? Craf-I mean, your creator is a dear friend of ours and we want ta help."
Fencette looked over all of them suspiciously and unsure. Crafty wouldn't be pleased at all if she found out that she had gotten caught, but she might need back up, for who knew how powerful Zumonul really was. She looked over at Almia, who only shrugged her shoulders in reply.
She finally sighed deeply, "Very well. I will take you to her."