Toughette perched on a rock at one end of the spa as she sprinkled some shampoo in her hand. She had wrapped her body up in a white towel for protection as she gently scrubbed her long golden-yellow hair with her hands. White sandals cover the bottom of her feet, also to protect and keep them clean for when she walks around. Happily, Toughette started to rinse the shampoo out of her hair under the mini waterfall that trickles down the side of a mountain.
A few of the smurfettes enter into the spa and made their way into the warm spring water sitting in the middle of the designated area. Valvette finally showed up with Smurfette close behind. The brunette smurfette showed Smurfette how everyone ties her hair up before entering into the pool of soft bubbling water. Toughette watched them by the corner of her eye and shook her head on how two smurfettes could giggle so much about nothing.
"Ooooh, this feels so good." Smurfette swooned as she entered into the pool.
"What did I tell you Smurfette? Now this is what it means to live like a real smurfette." Valvette grinned with pride. She reached over and grabbed a glass bottle, removed the lid, and dabbed some of the liquid contents onto her other hand.
"Here Smurfette. You have to try some of this." The brunette said holding out the bottle up in the air. Smurfette held up her hand to prepare to catch the liquid Valvette poured out of the bottle.
"Now, rub your hands together and smooth them over your cheeks like this." Valvette demonstrated after putting the bottle back down on a flat rock surface.
"Ooo, it feels so tingly." Smurfette giggled with delight.
"I take it this is your first experience around other smurfettes." A smurfette with orange clown-like hair snickered.
"Besides little Sassette and Nanny Smurf back home? Why yes it is." Smurfette admitted.
"And is it true that you were actually created by a human Wizard?" Another smurfette with jet-black hair and a small moonstone dangling on her forehead asks.
"Yes, a mean old Wizard by the name of Gargamel." Smurfette replied with a hint of anger in her voice.
"That is horrible." The orange-red haired smurfette gasped.
"Truly sad, indeed. To be a smurfette and not have experienced life as one, until now." The smurfette with the moonstone sighed.
"Oh, it hasn't been that bad, really." Smurfette tries to explain.
"Uh, sure. If you say so." The orange-clown haired smurfette snorted, raising her eyebrow.
"But what kind of a name for a smurfette is Smurfette?" The smurfette with the moonstone asks.
"You know, Astrologette does have a point Smurfette." Valvette said addressing the situation.
"I don't understand." Smurfette began to look up at the other smurfettes with a pout expression on her face.
"Well, you don't hear two female humans calling each other 'woman', do you?" Valvette pointed out.
"Well, no. I guess not." Smurfette said softly.
Before anyone could add to this conversation, Brainette entered the spa. She was wearing a plain looking light pink kimono and matching sandals on her feet.
"Oh look, here comes the mighty sailor I heard so much about." The orange-clown haired smurfette chuckled.
"You know Prankette, that was almost funny." Brainette said in a serious manner.
"Yeah, careful Prankette. You might actually get her to crack a smile." Astrologette snickered.
"I smile." Brainette cried out in defiance.
"Yeah? When was the last time you smiled?" Valvette asked with a smirk.
"Earlier this afternoon. As the ship finally reached land." Brainette said as matter of fact. Every smurfette in the pool began to giggle in amusement over her comment.
Brainette started to slip her feet out of the sandals and stepped into the warm bubbling pool just before taking her kimono off and folding it neatly beside her sandals. "As much as enjoyed that experience, nothing beats coming home and enjoying a moment in this spring water." She sighs contently as she sits to allow the water to sooth her tense muscles.
"I hear that, sister." Valvette cheered.
Smurfette looked over to Toughette and realizes how quiet she is sitting off in the corner all by herself. The blond smurfette watched Toughette reaching for another bottle after squeezing out most of the water trapped in her golden hair. Smurfette felt bad that Toughette is being left out in this group, and decides she wants to do something about it.
"Oh, what are you doing, Toughette?" Smurfette perked up, not just as curiosity, but also in hopes to start a conversation.
"Huh?" Toughette broke out her own thoughts to make sure that someone was actually trying to talk to her.
"I asked what you are doing?" Smurfette spoke again.
"A smurfy dance. What does it look like?" Toughette responded sarcastically before spraying the contents out from in the bottle onto her other hand.
"Actually, I meant what's that stuff is that you are about to put in your hair." Smurfette corrected herself.
"It's called conditioner." Toughette said sounding a bit irritated. "It makes your hair silky smooth, and helps to reduce tangles."
"Oh that sounds very smurfy. I know a thing or two about tangles myself. One time my hair was so tangled I looked like something right out of a rat's nest. I have to admit it was really funny when I think back on that." Smurfette chuckled amusingly.
"You know what's really funny here, Smurfette? You keep talking to me as if I'm actually listening." Toughette chuckled before shooting Smurfette with a serious look.
"Gee, I was just wanted to start up a smurfy conversation." Smurfette pouted.
"Smurfette. One thing you have to know about Toughette is that she doesn't do smurfy conversations with other smurfettes." Valvette chuckled.
"Which explains why she and Hefty seem to get along so well." Brainette added.
"Oh?" Smurfette again turned to the circle of smurfettes in the pool.
"Yeah. We learned quickly that even though having a smurf around here has been great. I mean which smurfette wouldn't appreciate a little extra muscle around here, right smurfettes?" Valvette began. The other smurfettes nodded in agreement.
"But when it came to sentimental issues, we realized Hefty was quite useless to talk to." Astrologette added as she pushed a few stray strands from her jet-black hair back into place.
"Tell me about it." The short light orange-haired smurfette smiled, rolling her eyes skyward. "One time I went to him with a serious problem. I couldn't decide which type of pattern to use as inner padding for a series of wicker baskets that I was making."
"Wicker baskets? Oh that sounds smurfy." Smurfette cooed as she attempted to visualize on how these baskets must look.
"Yes they are, when I can finish them." Craftette nodded while twiddling her figures around her short orange hair. "But I almost didn't get to finish that batch."
"How come?" Smurfette wondered.
"Well, as I said, I wanted a second opinion on some of the patterns. So I went to Hefty. And you know what he said to me?" Craftette said leaning forward as if this was a big secret.
"What?" Smurfette asked, wide-eyed and eager to know.
"He said, 'why the smurf should I care? They're both ugly.' I'll tell you, I was nearly in tears when he said that." Craftette finished, leaning back against the smooth stone edge of the pool and shaking her head.
Smurfette gasped. "That's horrible. How could he say such a mean thing?" She cried.
"But it was true." Toughette spoke up in Hefty's deviance. "Those patterns were ugly. I even said so myself."
"Since when do I listen to your criticism remarks, Toughette?" Craftette glares up at the strong smurfette.
Toughette shoots back a glare to Craftette. "That's the problem with you artsy types. You beg for everyone's opinion, but as soon as someone comes up with an unsmurfy remark you get all weepy-eyed."
"That's not true!" Craftette cried out in defiance.
"Anyway, it doesn't matter." Toughette shook her head of the whole conversation. She began wrapping her golden hair in a different towel that she had brought to the spa with her. "I remember he did apologized, even though he was right, before going off to finish his morning chores. If you ask me, he was probably more annoyed with every smurfette bugging him with their silly little problems. That is could by why he got all snippy with you about your stupid question." She added with a snarl as she changed from the white towel around her body to her white kimono.
"Guess that would make sense." Smurfette said, as she thought out loud. "Hefty can be quite moody at times."
"Well, I'd love to stay and chat," Toughette continued. "But I really must go. Ta-ta for now."
"Toughette wait!" Smurfette called out. "Aren't you going to join us in the pool?"
"Naw, I already went in just before you all showed up." Toughette answered before she exited the spa.
"Boy she seems to be in a real hurry." Smurfette spoke to no one in particular. She started to scratch her chin and pondered.
"The stars predict love is in the air for our strong smurfette." Astrologette sighed romantically.
"Yes, it certainly about time they decided to hook up officially." Prankette said with a chuckle.
"You all knew?" Smurfette was in shock.
"Of course. Practically the whole village knew long before Toughette and Hefty knew themselves that they were meant for each other." Valvette said as matter of fact.
"It's true. I even did a tarot reading and it said that their paths were meant to cross." Astrologette said.
"You know, I feel pretty bad that Hefty will soon leave. It's going to be interesting to see how Toughette will react to that." Craftette commented curiously.
"Well, I could do a reading later and see what the predictions say." Astrologette offered.
"That'll be smurfy." Craftette nodded.
"Gee smurfettes. Is it just me, or does it seem to be getting hotter in here?" Smurfette asked while waving her hand like a fan to her face.
Valvette giggles. "What's the matter, Smurfette? Is this discussion getting a little too steamy for you?"
"No, but steam is starting to come off of your shoulders." Smurfette pointed out. Valvette investigated her shoulder and saw that Smurfette was correct. She gasped out of shock and concern.
Brainette noticed the steam coming off of Valvette's shoulder and the other smurfettes too. She lifted her hand out of the water and watched the steam rising off of her fingers as well. To confirm her theory, Brainette turned to look up at the temperature gage she had set up some time ago in order to observe the spa for any anomalies.
"Smurfette may have a point, sisters." The smart smurfette said in an almost startled and yet still monotone voice.
"What do you mean Brainette?" Craftette asked.
"The flow rate of this thermal reading usually sits between 35 C to 56 C. But according to this now the temperature has risen up to 73 C, and," Brainette let in a loud gasp, "rising!?" She added in a stunned expression as she saw the gage is slowly ascending upward.
"Oh smurfy, Brainette. But enlighten us, what does that mean in English?" Valvette whined, throwing her arms up above her head.
Brainette slammed her hands down on the hard surface of the smooth stones surrounding the pool as she let out a loud exasperating growl. How she can get so irritated with some of her more 'simple-minded' sisters.
"It means if we don't get out of here now we are as good as smurfette stew!" She snapped as she grabbing her kimono.