Hello again, guys! Since none of my authors were updating (I won't mention names), I decided to update myself. Sorry it took so long. We were vacationing on Mars for the past week. The Martians are really hospitable! ;)

No, I was seeing the "How to Train Your Dragon" live spectacular. And it really WAS spectacular!

Ok, just telling you now, someone is gonna be struck off the list of "Possible Love Interests for Thoughtful Smurfette". I won't tell who, though. Don't worry, it'll be really obvious! :3

Anyway, I knew this question would pop up sometime. No, this Smurfette Village is not affiliated in any way with RavenChild's. If it were, I would've put up a disclaimer. I've never actually read her stories, but I know they're about a Smurfette Village. No, everything in this story that isn't canon belongs to me.

frostforge44- You're right. Papa doesn't find anything in his books... But that doesn't mean he'll stop trying! Azrael is nice to Thoughtful and only Thoughtful, but only because he's lonely and she can speak cat. Don't know if that makes sense or not. Brainy's a jerk, true. (And he's not around to hear me say that!)

Callister the Great- I wouldn't blame them on how they acted either. Just sayin'. Nope, different Smurfette Village. I know, it's an old idea...

Chloe- Yup, they finally found natural Smurfettes. Well, one. How did your date with Painter go? Jokey can be sweet when he wants to be.

Sportette Smurf- Glad you like his nickname for her! Hope you like this chapter, too!

Spring-Heel-Jacq- Yes, it's a blend of the comics and the cartoons. The Smurfs have their comic clothes (with the exception of Handy, who has a visor, and Greedy, who has his chefs hat and napkin.) and their cartoon voices and personalities. Some of the comic Smurfs have been replaced, such as Greedy, Baker, and Chef being mixed into one Smurf, just like in the cartoon. Does that make sense? No, Scruple will not appear. Sorry.

Some of the events in this story will be based slightly off cartoon episodes. Yes, that part WAS from the Smurfette episode. I've been sending out very subtle hints for the past few chapters, but it will get more obvious as the story goes on. Hope that clears everything up for you.

TheMidnightWhisp- Aww! Thanks for the review! I know, in my first story, my writing was awful... Plus, my dad has sort of been my 'Beta'.

Ok, so I gotta feed my How to Train Your Dragon plot bunnies... I own nothing but Thoughtful, the seagull character, and Fringe.

ALERT- This story had been plotted out in June of 2012. Every similarity is coincidental and I guarantee that I copied off of no one. Everything with the exception of Gutsy is based off of the cartoons.

This is Benny, OUT!


After alerting the searching Smurfs, Hefty, Tracker, and Handy, of her location, Thoughtful returned to the village. I must be more careful when I go to visit Azrael, She thought, brow furrowed in concentration. Tracker had almost smelled the tabby on her. And he would have if she hadn't rubbed some wild mint on herself before going to the Smurfs.

So now she wandered once again among the paths of the village. I seem to be doing this a lot lately, Thoughtful rolled her eyes. She felt like DOING something.

Scratch that. She felt like talking with someone.

Before she could decide who, a giggling sound reached her ears, a sound that reminded her of a certain young Smurf. I wonder what Baby's so happy about. The feathered Smurfette started off in the direction of the light laughter.

Surprisingly, the sound took her to Brainy's mushroom! Brainy's playing with Baby? Thoughtful crept close to the window and peeked in.

Brainy was once again scribbling in his books, looking to be concentrating very hard. Suddenly Baby swung by in a baby swing, probably made by Handy, and tickled Brainy's neck, sending both of them into fits of giggles.

Brainy put down his quill, smiling like Thoughtful had never seen him smile, and plucked Baby from his swing. "I need to give you to someone else while I'm writing, you silly Smurf. You're going to mess me up!"

Baby tickled the intellect in the same spot, giggling like mad. Brainy's eyes took on a mischievous tint. "If that's the way you want to smurf…" He leaned down and blew a raspberry into Baby's stomach, making the infant scream with laughter.

Thoughtful beamed at their antics and turned away from the window. This, she felt, was a moment needed to be spent in private.

The feathered Smurfette knocked on the door to Papa's mushroom. "Hello? Papa Smurf? Can I come in?"

"Yes you may, Thoughtful," came the elder's voice from inside. She opened the door to find him sitting in an enormous pile of open books.

"Did you find anything yet?"

He heaved a sigh. "No, I'm afraid not."

He looked so disappointed that Thoughtful's heart swelled with compassion. "You don't have to look for anything, Papa. It's alright with me not knowing."

A small smile stretched across Papa's lips. "I know, Thoughtful. But I want to know. This is an intriguing mystery."

Thoughtful shrugged. "If you're sure. I'll leave you to your searching, Papa." She started out the door.

"Goodbye, Thoughtful," the elder replied, burying himself in his books once again.


Oh, who should I visit now? The raven-haired Smurfette thought to herself, shoving her hands into her pockets. Her fingers brushed something hard.

Pulling it out, Thoughtful realized that it was the little present Jokey had given her! She grinned, now knowing which Smurf to seek out next.

"Gosh, hi, Thoughtful!" Clumsy chirped, walking beside her.

"Hello, Clumsy," Thoughtful greeted the klutzy Smurf. "How are you this smurfy morning?"

He gave a little giggle. "Smurfy! I haven't fallen down~" He cut himself off with a yelp as his toe hit a stone, causing him to fall flat on his face, "~once."

The feathered Smurfette laughed and helped Clumsy to his feet. "A new record." After brushing the Smurf off, Thoughtful asked, "Do you have any idea where Jokey might be?"

A huge explosion sounded from the other side of the village, followed by loud and hysterical laughter. "Uh, maybe over there?" Clumsy said, pointing to the general area.

"That's a sound guess."

Suddenly, the prankster flew in from the sky, landing face-first in front of Thoughtful and Clumsy. Instead of moaning in pain, Jokey's maniacal snickering started up again.

Thoughtful moved to help Jokey to his feet. "Who was it this time?"

The prankster fell down again, this time from his laughing fit. "Who else? Brainy!"

The polite Smurfette waited until Jokey was finished, then opened her hand to reveal the present in her palm. "This was on the cake you made me. Did you want me to keep it? It's very smurfy."

Jokey's mood change was instantaneous. A blush spread across his face. "Y-yeah, you can keep it. D-did you like it?"

Thoughtful, being the huggy Smurfette that she was, threw her arms around Jokey's neck. "Of course I like it! Thank you, Jokey!"

If it was possible for Jokey's blush to deepen, it did. Clumsy piped up from behind Thoughtful. "Gosh, Jokey. You're tuning all red. Are you sick?"


"I haven't seen Handy in a while," The feathered Smurfette though aloud, noticing she was very close to his mushroom. She came up and knocked on his door. "Handy? Are you home?"

"Oh, yeah!" His voice sounded from the inside. "Smurf on in, Thoughtful!"

She entered to find Handy sitting on the floor, a picture frame in his hands. He was staring lovingly at it, a goofy look in his eyes.

Thoughtful glanced over his shoulder, making an impressed sound. "That's a nice picture. Who's it of?" The girl in the picture had long, lavender hair and gorgeous blue eyes, but the most shocking thing about her was that her waist down was a fish tail. What sort of creature is THAT?

"This is Marina the Mermaid," Handy sighed, voice practically dripping with sugary sweetness. "She's my one and only love…"

So her kind is a mermaid? Interesting. "Why haven't I met her? I'd definitely like to."

Handy sighed again, this time sorrowfully. "She can't live on land and I can't live in the sea, although we've tried to be together numerous times." His gaze caressed the picture once again and he kissed it. "So I have to settle on looking at her from afar."

A forbidden love! Thoughtful, being a romantic, was filled with delight. Her heart fell, however, when she realized that it meant Handy and Marina could barely see each other. "When's the last time you smurfed her?"

"Oh, gee, I don't know. A year or two?"

"Really?" Lovers, in Thoughtful's opinion, should NOT be apart that long. Ever. She put a hand on Handy's shoulder. "You must really miss her, don't you?"

His pain filled eyes met her concerned ones. "With all my heart."

Waves of compassion washed over Thoughtful and she knelt down, giving her friend a hug. "I'm sorry if I made you sad, Handy."

He hugged her back. "It's not your fault. It's useless wishing for something that won't come true."

An idea sparked in Thoughtful's mind. Who's to say it won't? Keeping her mouth shut, she pulled away from Handy. "I suppose I should get smurfing. You look like you have a lot of work to do." She gestured to the unfinished furniture scattered around his mushroom.

Handy smiled sheepishly. "You're right. I was just taking a break."

Thoughtful giggled. "Okay, Handy. Smurf you later."


The feathered Smurfette practically danced through the forest, twirling to her own beat. I find the river, I find the sea, she sang in her head. Almost immediately, the sound of rushing water met her ears. "Getting closer."

Sooner than not, Thoughtful was on the riverbank. "Smurfy! I follow this downstream and where does it get me?" Spinning as she walked along Thoughtful sang to herself. "To the ocean, of course!"

In front of her, in the river and tied to the opposite bank, were 4 wooden boats. Thoughtful stopped. Something felt wrong.

Out of the forest, on the riverbank where the boats were tied, came 6 blue figures. They were most definitely Smurfettes, even though their outline was blurred. Laughter echoed in Thoughtful's head as the figures stepped into two of the boats and shoved off, paddling down the river. One of them waved directly to her.

Surprised beyond belief, Thoughtful removed her glasses and rubbed her eyes. Setting her glasses back on her face, she looked again to where the Smurfettes had been.

There was nothing there. The boats had vanished, as had the Smurfettes.

Great Smurfs, Thoughtful put a hand to her head. These visions are driving me smurfy. I don't know what's real and what's not anymore. Her dancing mood now gone, the Smurfette continued on, hands clasped behind her back.

The air grew laced with salt and Thoughtful started to notice seagulls flying overhead. Her heart lifted a bit again and she smiled. I could've flown Fringe to the ocean. Gotten some flying practice, too.

The mouth of the river widened into the sea and Thoughtful halted in awe.

Blue water as far as the eye could see, working with the noon sun to create sparkles. Nearer to the shore were slick rocks, water and wind battered and covered with slimy green stuff. The shore itself was tan sand, a bit lighter than her pants, and dotted with seagulls coming down from the air to eat the crabs and snails in the sand.

"How smurfy," The raven-haired Smurfette breathed. So this was where Marina lived. "If it's this gorgeous above the water, I can't BEGIN to imagine what it must be like UNDER!"

A shadow passed over her head and Thoughtful turned her eyes upwards. A seagull landed right next to her, it's head tilted in question and it's black eyes bright, as if it were saying, What in the world are YOU?

Slowly, as to not frighten the bird, Thoughtful reached up a hand and place it gently on the white feathers covering the seagull's upper wing. "Hello."

It squawked in it's shrill way and leaned down to poke her with it's orange beak. Thoughtful laughed and pushed the bird's head away. "Silly seagull. Hey, do you know of a mermaid named Marina?"

There was only half a chance, if that, that this seagull could understand her, but apparently it did. It made a strange noise and nodded its white head up and down.

The astonished Smurfette's mouth dropped open. "Really? You do?"

The gull flared its wings and squawked excitedly, nodding even faster now.

"That's smurftastic!" Thoughtful twirled with happiness. "Could you come and tell me whenever she shows up here? I have a friend who would be very eager to see her."

The sea bird nodded again, nudging the ecstatic Smurfette with its head. "Smurfy! Thanks a lot, seagull!"

She watched as the seagull lighted off again, swooping and diving over the crystal ocean. How smurfy it would be to have wings and have the sky be your second home, Thoughtful thought with a smile. She then turned and started traveling back the way she came. Better get back to MY home.


"Thoughtful!" Before the raven-haired Smurfette could turn around, the four Smurflings barreled into her from behind, knocking her to the ground.

"Hello, Smurflings," she laughed at their enthusiasm. "What are you doing out here in the forest?"

"Playing with Wild!" Nat answered.

She tilted her head to the side. "Who's Wild?"

"CHEROOOOOOOO!" a loud exclamation rang through the trees and a fully-grown Smurf in a loincloth and a hat made of leaves swung down next to them on a vine. He bounded close to Thoughtful, circling and sniffing her.

"THAT'S Wild!" The Smurflings chorused.

"So I smurf." Thoughtful gave Wild a small wave, not sure if she was quite comfortable around this feral Smurf. "How'd he get to be Wild?"

"He was raised by squirrels," Snappy explained. "Isn't that neat?"

Wild pulled on her arm and chattered in a language that Thoughtful recognized as 'squirrel'. "What's he saying?"

"Squeaking squirrels, I think he wants you to play with him!" Sassette said. This observation caused the Smurflings to join in with the half-squirrel Smurf, pleading for the feathered Smurfette to stay and play with them.

"Well…" She didn't know. Maybe she was wanted at the village or something. She'd hate to inconvenience someone by making them come searching for her if they wanted her.

"Please?" Slouchy pleaded. "None of the other grown-ups ever want to play with us."

She hesitated, then shrugged, giving in to their puppy-eyed faces. "Oh, what the smurf. I'm not busy. Sure, I'll play with you."

This statement aroused a loud cheer from the Smurflings and Wild jumped on top of Thoughtful and started to lick her face.


The six Smurfs played until the sun was low on the horizon. When Thoughtful had finally noticed the time, both the Smurflings and Wild were reluctant to go back to the village. Thoughtful had to insist on it and practically shove the five others through the forest.

Thoughtful walked behind the others, keeping them in line. Almost playing 'babysitter'.

She failed to notice that the path in front of them was a slightly different shade than normal.

In an instant, the Smurflings had disappeared into a deep pit dug into the ground. Wild and Thoughtful stopped before they fell in as well.

Worry clawed at Thoughtful's heart. She peered down into the hole, adjusting her glasses as if they could help her see better. "Are you Smurflings alright?"

A small moan from inside the pit, then Sassette's voice rang up, clear as a bell. "Nat and I are fine, but Snappy and Slouchy bumped heads. They're down for the smurf!"

Wild chittered nervously next to the concerned Smurfette. "Any idea on who dug this here?" She directed her voice back down the hole.

Nat answered, "My bet would be~" He cut off at a loud crash and a curse from somewhere near their location. The growly drawl sounded terrifyingly familiar.

"Gargamel!" All Smurfs present that were still conscious (and could speak English) shouted in alarm.

"Thoughtful! Wild! Go get Pappy!" Sassette yelled.

"What about you?" The mutterings of Gargamel, joined with the now distinguishable footsteps, indicated that the wizard was getting dangerously close to them.

"We'll be fine!" Nat shouted. "Just don't get caught!"

Thoughtful leaped up and pulled Wild into the surrounding bushes just as Gargamel crunched through the undergrowth. "Wha… What's this?" He rushed to the pit and looked deep into it. "My trap has been tripped! And~" He reached inside, almost up to his shoulder. "Are those…" Pulling his arm out, he gazed triumphantly at his prizes. "Smurfs! Four delightful, delicious, delectable Smurfs!"

Wild obviously didn't want to stick around. He twittered quietly to Thoughtful and tugged on her poncho. "Alright, I'm coming," she murmured, starting to leave, but not taking her eyes off Gargamel. She only turned them forward again when the bumbling wizard was out of her sight.


Wild bolted ahead of the feathered Smurfette, yelling to all listening Smurfs. She sprinted by behind him, translating. "The Smurfling have been captured by Gargamel!"

Their message sent panic through the village and soon, Smurfs were running aimlessly about, nearly crashing into one another. Papa Smurf got the general message. "Please, my little Smurfs! Calm down!" The elder then noticed Thoughtful sitting cross-legged on a mushroom, simply watching the chaos.

Papa signaled for Harmony to sound a blast on his trumpet to get the others' attention. Then, he came up to Thoughtful. "Are you alright?"

She tilted her head. "Yes. Why?"

"Well, you don't seem very worried," Papa noted. This caused Thoughtful to smile.

"Of course not! I know we'll get the Smurflings back, so why the smurf should I worry about it?"

That made perfect sense to Papa, but he was still surprised that the Smurfette had so much control over her emotions.

Harmony had hit his ear-shattering note and all the Smurfs had calmed down considerably, eyes trained on Papa. "Now, my little Smurfs, we must go to Gargamel's and save the Smurflings. Hefty, Brainy, Tracker, Wild, and Thoughtful," The raven-haired Smurfette looked up as her name was called, "will come with me. The rest of you, stay here and don't worry."

The group of Smurfs elected to come dispatched and started to plan the rescue while the other Smurfs went back to their chores and such, confident in Papa and his abilities to protect his family. Thoughtful cautiously came up to the bearded Smurf. "Really?"

"Really what?" He asked, confused at her question.

"You really want ME to come along?"

Papa wondered why she sounded so surprised. "Why, yes. If you'd like to. You keep your cool in bad situations and we could use something like that on a rescue team."

His compliment caused a blush to spread across her cheeks and she clasped her hands behind her back. "T-Thank you, Papa Smurf. Yes, I would like to help, if you'd let me."

He waved her towards the group of planning Smurfs. "Come along."


The six Smurfs soon found themselves in front of Gargamel's hovel. Try as they might, none of the Smurfs had come up with a plan to save the Smurflings that Gargamel hadn't seen before. So they had decided just to wing it.

Papa led them to the window, the same one Thoughtful had looked through the first time she'd seen this place. She debated whether or not to notify Papa of the hole near the door, but settled on not telling him. After all, he was the head of the operation.

Gargamel was at his cauldron, cutting up vegetables and throwing them into boiling water. He sang quietly to himself, "… oh, I'll toast a few and roast a few and boil six smurfs for gold." He put a finger on his chin, apparently deep in thought. "Of course, then I'd need two more. No matter, I'll catch them all when they come searching for these four!"

Sassette was gripping the bars of the cage the Smurflings were in, a pleading look in her eyes. "You aren't gonna do anything BAD to us, are you, Pappy Gargamel?"

PAPPY?! What was the story behind THAT?

Gargamel laughed his creepy laugh. "Don't worry. By the time the BAD part comes along, you'll be too cooked to notice it!"

Papa gestured for the Smurfs to leap onto the floor. They then crossed, unnoticed by the wizard, to the wooden table that the cage was on.

"Hefty, Tracker." They understood. Tracker stood on Hefty's shoulders and clambered onto the table.

"Tracker!" Nat hissed happily. The woodsmurf held a finger to his lips, a sign for absolute quiet.

Tracker prowled up to the cage and leaped for the latch. His fingers brushed it, but it didn't come undone. Gritting his teeth, Tracker tried again. This time, the latch opened with a soft snap.

Gargamel heard.

He spun around just as Tracker was swinging open the cage door and the Smurflings were jumping out. "I knew you'd be joining us for dinner, Smurfs!" He cackled. "Azrael! Get them!"

No. Thoughtful's heart started to race. Not her cat friend. But the tabby pounced out from under a chair and trapped Brainy in his big paws.

"Azrael!" The desperate Smurfette cried. She didn't want her friends to get hurt, or even worse, eaten. The cat glanced up at the sound of her voice. All the Smurfs present had their jaws on the ground at her speaking the same language as their worst enemy. Well, one of them.

"Please, Good Cat! Don't hurt them!" She rushed up to Azrael's side, eyes begging him to let the dumbfounded intellect go free.

Azrael's yellow eyes softened at his friend's pleading. He lifted a paw, pretending that Brainy had hurt him, and yowled in mock pain. The spectacled Smurf dashed away, yelling for help.

"Thank you, my friend," Thoughtful felt her eyes welling up with tears of gratitude for the feline.

"Get to the hole," Azrael hissed to her, then bounded off in another 'chase'.

She ran to the Smurflings instead who, through the commotion, had remained in a group. "Come on, Smurflings! Let's smurf out of here!"

They sped through the hole in the wall and popped out the other side. Not long after, the other Smurfs joined them, panting and gasping. "That was some chase," Papa wheezed, leaning back against the stone wall.

A cat head suddenly poked through the hole. "AZRAEL!" All the Smurfs shrieked. They found their second wind and sprinted to the undergrowth, but Thoughtful stayed put. "Thoughtful!" Hefty shouted. "Be careful! He's a Smurf killing machine!"

The feathered Smurfette paid no mind. She instead hugged the cat around his neck, as far as her blue arms could reach. "Thank you very much, Good Cat. I am forever in your debt."

"You must realize I will only do this once." The tabby growled. "I like you, Kitty, but your species gets on my nerves."

"I understand," Thoughtful stood on tip-toes and kissed Azrael on the nose. This earned numerous astonished gasps from behind her. "They will try to be more careful."

A crash sounded from inside the hovel and Thoughtful jumped. "I must go now. I look forward to seeing you again."

"As do I," Azrael nudged her, then disappeared back into the building.

The second Thoughtful returned to the cover of the forest, she was bombarded by questions.

"How do you know how to speak cat?"

"Why didn't Azrael eat you?"

"Why did you KISS Azrael?"

"Please, please, my little Smurfs!" Papa bellowed. Everyone quieted down to listen to their leader. "Thoughtful will tell me everything in the morning, but right now it's late and we all need our rest. Back to the village, everysmurf!"


Thoughtful was so lost in thought that she didn't notice Tracker slowing down so he could walk next to her. "I say, Thoughtful, where in the smurf did you learn to speak cat?"

She turned and smiled at him. "I don't know. I found out I could do it yesterday, but no one taught me how."

The woodsmurf looked like he wanted to ask something else, but he was shoved aside by Brainy. "If you'll excuse me, Tracker, I have urgent business to attend to with Thoughtful." Tracker sent a glare in the intellect's direction, but quickened his pace so he pulled ahead of the two of them.

"What's this about, Brainy?" Thoughtful inquired. Normally, he wouldn't give her a second glance. Of course, today hadn't really been her definition of normal.

Brainy pushed his glasses father up on his nose. "It is my observation that you like that evil cat a lot more than you should. In fact, you shouldn't like him at all! What, may I ask, was the bewitchment that encouraged you to," he shivered, "KISS him?"

"He's my friend. I believe he's lonely. No one to talk to but that dumb wizard." Thoughtful explained.

"But he's dangerous! The second you smurf something wrong, and," Brainy held his fingers up like claws and gnashed his teeth, trying and failing to be scary, "SNAP! He eats you in the wink of a smurf."

She cocked her head at him. "You act like he's evil."

"He is," was Brainy's blunt retort.

"He's an animal, just like the squirrels and the butterflies and the frogs," Thoughtful said, trying to make Brainy see Azrael in a new light. "No animals can REALLY be evil. Their attitudes are based off the people who raise and care for them."

"If that's true, Azrael truly is evil." Brainy grumbled. The Smurfette beside him tried not to sigh. "If you're intelligent, like me, you'll stay away from that cat, Thoughtful Smurfette!"

They were both silent for a minute, then Thoughtful turned to meet Brainy's eyes, the crescent moon shining on her curious-looking face. "Why do you care so much?"

For one of the first times in his life, Brainy Smurf was speechless. He groped for words that weren't coming. "I… You… If…" A flicker of amusement crossed the raven-haired Smurfette's face and she hid it well, but Brainy saw it. Frustration at his own tongue filled him and he crossed his arms over his chest, sticking his nose into the air. "I don't. Just don't say I didn't warn you."

He shut up then and quickened his footsteps to break away from the Smurfette with the small grin.