Hello, FanFiction folk! frostforge44 here with the Smurfs with a brand new update! So, Crafty, you like the new "solution" to your problem?

Crafty: Oh, smurfily yes. (smiles as Baby giggles and pulls on her braid)

Smurfette: It was a good idea for you to smurf that up, Crafty. Even Baby likes it.

(Baby squeals as he buries his face into her braid)

Papa: (chuckles) Yes, it seems you've found a very smurfy way to cope with this.

Alright, it's time to do the disclaimer every-Where are Gutsy and the Smurflings?

?: SMURFABUNGA! (Gutsy flies over their heads and slams into a tree)

All: Oohh. That's gotta hurt.

Crafty: Yeah, that's definitely not gonna help his bruise-Wait. Gutsy! Did you use my Smurf cannon? You know I'm still testing it!

Gutsy: (stumbles with dazed eyes and a goofy grin) Smurf. Smurfy...Smurfuu...Smufuu...

(Crafty slaps Gutsy and he shakes his head and grins triumphantly)

Gutsy: Aye, lass. I was just testin' it for ye. Great shot, lads! Ye were smurfin' a bit far to the left, though!

(Smurflings run from the bushes while cheering)

Snappy: Smurfaroo! That was so smurfy, Crafty! Can we try it?

Papa & Crafty: NO!

Uh...Guys? I love how you parent the Smurflings, but we have a disclaimer to do!

Papa: I'm so sorry, frostforge44! We all belong to Peyo.

Crafty: I belong to frostforge44.

Sassette: Silky Sea Turtles! Let's get on with the story, already!

Crafty bounced Baby on her knee as she sat on her new bed, observing her new surroundings. They cut the tour short to let her get used to her new home. Besides, there was no doubt that she would meet the rest of the Smurfs later.

"So…What to do?" Crafty muttered to herself. She looked at Baby with a bored expression, "What do you think, Baby?"

Baby giggled and squirmed in Crafty's grip and went to squeeze her nose again. Crafty smirked playfully and held Baby at a further distance. He reached as far as he could to grab her nose. He soon became frustrated and crossed his arms with an adorable scowl on his face.

Oh no. That's too cute to resist.

"Aww. Okay, but just this once," Crafty sighed as she pulled him back in. Baby smiled again and squeezed her nose. She smiled, happy at finding a less painful way to let Baby have fun.

There was a knock at the door. Crafty smiled and stood up to answer the door. She pulled the door open to reveal Tailor Smurf.

"Hello, Tailor. What brings you here?"

"Hiya, Crafty. I just thought you'd like some extra clothing. I smurfed you a nightgown or two as well."

"Aw. Thank you, Tailor," Crafty used her free arm to take the bundle of clothing.

"You're welcome. Have a smurfy day!" Tailor called, waving as he walked off.

Crafty used her elbow to close the door and set Baby in his crib as she placed her clothes in her dresser.

Just as she placed one of her Smurf hats on a hat stand (graciously provided by Tailor, of course), there was another knock.

Wow. Two in five minutes. An impressive record.

"Coming," Crafty slightly sang as she came to the door. She opened the door and almost instantly frowned.

There stood a surprisingly bashful Brainy Smurf. He had both his arms behind his back and looked almost afraid to even come to the door.

"Yes, Brainy?" Crafty asked raising an eyebrow.

"H-hello, Crafty. Look, I just wanted to say that…I'm sorry for the way I treated you in our previous and unsmurfy encounters," Brainy mumbled shuffling his feet.

This caused her to raise both of her eyebrows in surprise. He didn't look like the type to go and apologize like that. He seemed to have too much pride to go and say sorry like that. Maybe he was more mature and sophisticated than she realized.

Or maybe I'm dreaming. He didn't even call me a 'stray Smurfette.'

"Oh?"

"Yes. And Papa Smurf always says that-"

"It's okay," Crafty hastily said putting her hands up. "I accept your apology. No harm done."

Brainy smiled and replied, "Why, thank you Crafty. I also brought you a smurf-warming gift."

The dream continues.

"Really? How generous of you," She smiled.

"Oh yes. It's very generous and very special."

Still dreaming.

"Here you go," Brainy huffed as he placed a large, and rather heavy, book into her arms. She was lucky she didn't have Baby in her arms, otherwise she would've hurt herself.

She read the title and it read, "Quotations of Brainy Smurf: Volume XXI." She didn't know how he managed to write that many books without his arms falling off, but she was currently worried about keeping her own arms attached to her body with how much the book weighed.

And now I'm awake, she thought sighing inwardly. And dang! He must be stronger than he looks! How can a Smurf like him manage to write a book like this, let alone carry it!

"Wow. This is special," Crafty put on a false smile. Hey, she figured that since this is his first time being nice to her, she might as well try to make the best of it. Even if it was going to be short-lived.

"I'm glad you think so," Brainy chimed. "That's the first copy and I wanted you to have it."

"How thoughtful of you," she gasped as she heaved the book onto a nearby table. She let out a heavy breath and continued, "It must've taken you weeks to write it. I'll treasure it always."

"It did. Finally, a Smurf that appreciates my hard work. I knew you were a good Smurfette from the start. And definitely not a spy of Gargamel's!"

Yeah, right, she thought smirking inwardly. Then she tilted her head in confusion. Who in Smurf's name is Gargamel?

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have chores that must be smurfed," Brainy stated now walking off in another direction before she could ask anything.

Crafty shut the door and leaned against it, sighing in relief. And not another second later, there was another knock at the door.

She opened up to reveal an unfamiliar Smurf with what looked like a gift in his hands.

"Hello! I got you a present!" He grinned holding it out for her to take.

She smiled and took it in her hands. It yellow with a red ribbon. The only problem was, well, this Smurf was being too nice about this.

She shrugged and thought nothing of it as she pulled off the top and-BOOM!

Soot covered Crafty's face as she opened her eyes. The present was destroyed and the Smurf was flat on his back, laughing hysterically.

"Hyuk! Hyuk! Surprise! I got you!"

As he continued to laugh, Crafty stared at him, her eye twitching in anger.

Hefty and Smurfette were having a nice conversation near the mess hall when they noticed Jokey Smurf. He had one of his presents stuck around his neck with a dizzy look in his eyes as he stumbled away from the direction of Crafty's house.

"You alright, Jokey?" Hefty asked.

"What happened, Jokey?" Smurfette inquired worriedly.

"That Smurfette has no sense of humor," he slurred, finally collapsing on the ground.

Hefty and Smurfette looked at each other and tried to contain their laughter. Hefty then picked up Jokey, slung him over his shoulder and took him over to Jokey's mushroom.

"The nerve of that Smurf!" Crafty growled. Again, another knock at the door sounded throughout the mushroom.

She silently groaned and opened the door to see a smiling Painter Smurf. He had a painting facing him and was obviously pleased with it.

"Hello, Crafty! Ah just vanted to stop by and-Oh!" His smile faded when he saw Crafty's face. "Oh. Ah see that Jokey haz given you one of hiz surprises."

She said nothing but nodded. She grabbed a nearby rag and wiped off her face.

"Sorry about the awkward introduction there, Painter. What brings you here?"

He smiled again and said, "Yes, Ah came by to show you my masterpizza!"

Painter flipped the painting over to show the landscape he attempted to paint earlier. He apparently used a new canvas since this one did not have a hole in it from Painter's fist.

"Very smurfy, Painter. I like it," Crafty stuck a thumb up in approving.

Painter grinned wider and said, "Ah thought you might! Zat es why Ah want you to have et!"

He held out the canvas for Crafty to take and she took it gratefully.

"Thank you, Painter. I'll find someplace special to hang it up."

Painter tilted his cap in farewell and ran off.

Crafty shut the door just in time to hear Baby's wail. She sighed and set the painting down to go and check on Baby. He was on his back in his crib, squirming and bawling worse than Weepy Smurf.

"Shh. Shh. It's okay, Baby. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere any time soon," Crafty soothed rocking Baby in her arms.

Strangely enough, she was speaking the truth. She had only planned to stay until the SAD wore off, but with all the Smurfs being so nice and not to mention how they built her an entire mushroom for her, she thought it wouldn't be a bad idea to stick around. Just until she could remember again.

For the next hour, Crafty lay on her bed rocking Baby to keep him calm. Soon enough, even she felt herself getting tired as well. Just hearing Baby yawn was enough to knock her out cold.

True to the facts, Crafty's eyes drifted closed and she fell asleep still holding Baby. He yawned one more time and snuggled into her chest and fell asleep as well.

~1 hour later~

"Smurf's on! Come an' get it!" Greedy yelled ringing the dinner bell. He licked his lips in anticipation as many Smurfs ran to the mess hall to get their dinner.

As everyone was helping themselves, Papa observed that from his seat at the table, that neither Crafty nor Baby was present at any of the dinner tables. He looked all around, but didn't even see them coming to the mess hall, let alone being at the mess hall.

"Smurfette?" He asked as she finished her dinner early.

"Yes, Papa Smurf?"

"Would you be so kind as to smurf for Crafty and Baby? I don't see them anywhere."

"Of course, Papa! I'll go fetch them right now," Smurfette got up from her seat and went to search for the absent Smurfs.

She first went to Crafty's mushroom since she may not have known that the bell meant dinner was being served. She knocked on the door and waited for an answer. When it was completely silent, she knocked a little more loudly.

"Yoo-hoo! Crafty! Baby! It's time for dinner!"

Crafty gave no indication that she was in her home, but Smurfette decided to peek inside the mushroom just in case.

"Crafty? Baby?"

Smurfette opened the door slowly and quietly looked around. It seemed that there was no sign of life within the mushroom. That is, until she heard light breathing coming from her bedroom.

She poked her head through the doorway and saw the two Smurfs sound asleep on Crafty's bed.

Smurfette smiled as she silently walked towards the bed and shook Crafty's shoulder.

"Crafty. Oh, Crafty. Wake up," Smurfette coaxed.

Crafty winced and turned over groaning while pulling Baby closer into her embrace. H responded by rubbing his head against her, completely at peace. Smurfette now knew that Crafty and Baby did not want to get up just yet. She giggled and decided to leave the two be.

Smurfette made her way back to the mess hall to tell Papa Smurf about the two Smurfs. She was also going to make sure to get some food for Crafty and some milk and porridge for Baby.

~20 minutes later~

Baby yawned and opened his eyes. He stretched his limbs after having a nice nap and looked around. He was happy to see that Crafty was holding him so close. He giggled and cooed as he, again, grabbed Crafty's braid and yanked it. When she didn't wake up, he only yanked harder.

Crafty's eyes flew open and she yawned and stretched. She blinked away her tiredness as she sat up. She picked Baby up as she stood up off of the bed.

Somesmurf knocked on the door and Crafty rolled her eyes playfully. She went to answer the door and opened it to see Smurfette and Greedy. Both had food in their hands that Crafty assumed was for her and Baby.

Greedy held some porridge, a glass of milk and a slice of cake. Smurfette also had porridge and a bottle of milk.

"Hi, Crafty. Did you have a nice, long nap?" Greedy snickered. Smurfette glared at him yet he continued snicker.

Crafty smiled smugly, "I did actually. Did you enjoy those five pies?"

Greedy stopped and looked at her in fake hurt. He whined, "Aw, I'm hurt. I do not eat that much."

"Yes you do, Greedy," Smurfette giggled as Crafty invited the two of them in. Baby reached out for the bottle of milk while squealing and squirming with excitement.

"Alright, Baby. I've got your bottle and your porridge," Smurfette calmed as Crafty handed Baby over to her. Baby took the bottle gratefully and let Smurfette feed him his milk. It actually surprised the both of them considering Baby was almost completely attached to Crafty's hip.

"So, I'm assuming that that's for me?" Crafty asked gesturing to the food in Greedy's arms.

"Mhmm. I had Greedy save you some food from dinner. You both were adorable when you were sleeping," Smurfette smiled.

"You be your smurf it is! I'm sorry I couldn't see you two like that. I bet even Grouchy would've actually smiled!" Greedy exclaimed setting the food on the table and handing her the porridge, which was still pretty warm.

"Grouchy? Was he the Smurf with that scowl on his face?"

"Yes, he is. He was one of the Smurfs that found you in the forest," Smurfette answered.

"Ah, so he's the mystery Smurf. I knew I saw him before, but I just didn't smurf his name," Crafty replied nodding her head.

Smurfette and Greedy nodded in reply and Greedy noticed the gigantic book on the table near the door.

"Huh. I guess Brainy was here, too?" He jabbed his thumb in the direction of the book written by said author.

"Yes. He was," Crafty nodded. "But hey, at least this time he was nice. I didn't get that smurfy of a greeting from him when we first met."

"Brainy never did like strangers coming near the village," Smurfette stated as Greedy nodded in agreement.

Crafty thought for a moment. There was something that Brainy had said to her that really bothered her. She wondered if Greedy or Smurfette knew anything about it.

She shrugged, thinking that there'd be no harm in only asking about it.

"Speaking of Brainy," Crafty started taking a sip of her milk. "Would you two mind if I ask you something?"

"Of course, Crafty. What is it?" Smurfette asked taking a seat in one of the chairs. Greedy and Crafty followed suit and got more comfortable.

"Well, do either of you know who "Gargamel" is?"

At the mention of the name, both Smurfette and Greedy's eyes widened. They obviously knew the name, Crafty thought, but who exactly was he? And why did they look so afraid?

"Uh…Well…He's uh…He's a wizard," Greedy hesitated in going on.

"Okay. He's a wizard. Is he evil or something?"

Both of their eyes widened. How did she know that?

"What makes you smurf that, Crafty?" Smurfette asked.

"I just assumed so since Brainy kept calling me a "stray Smurfette" and he thought I was a spy of Gargamel's."

"Oh," they said simultaneously. Considering it was from Brainy, it made perfect sense.

"What does he do exactly?"

"Oh, you know. He tries to find our village, tries to make us into gold, and tries to cook and eat us. You know, the usual," Greedy replied almost nonchalantly. Almost as if it happened every other day, which it did.

"All of those "tries" tell me he isn't that good of a wizard if he hasn't gotten any good results," Crafty said raising an eyebrow.

Greedy shrugged and said, "Hey. He's captured a few of us at least once or twice, but we've managed to outsmurf him and his cat, Azrael."

"Impressive," Crafty nodded. "So, what do they look like? How will I know them when I see them?"

"Trust us, you'll know them when you smurf them, Crafty," Smurfette said. Greedy nodded with great agreement.

As if it didn't happen enough that day, another knock sounded throughout the mushroom.

Crafty rolled her eyes and said to the two, "At least I know now that life here won't be uneventful."

The two laughed as Crafty went to answer the door. She wasn't really surprised to see a Smurf. This Smurf was unfamiliar to her, but either he just saw a ghost or he was afraid because of what she did to Jokey. He was shaking like a leaf and he looked like he regretted ever knocking on the door.

"H-hello. A-are you C-Crafty?" He stuttered fearfully.

Crafty smiled and replied, "Yes, I am. Can I help you?"

"W-well…I-I w-wanted to ask if," he started as if he were becoming braver. Then he recoiled, "But, m-maybe I shouldn't."

Crafty frowned and asked, "What? What is it?"

"Well, c-can I c-come in?" he asked gesturing to the inside of her home.

She smiled again and stepped aside to let him in. He slowly entered the home, looking around as if some monster would pop up and bite his head off.

"Oh, hello Scardey. What're you doing here?" "Scardey" jumped at Smurfette's voice and looked like he was about to have a heart attack.

"Oh! H-hello, Smurfette. Hi, G-Greedy," Scardey muttered shyly.

He turned to Crafty and tried again, "Um…A-anyway, we-well…I saw you make that basket earlier and…well, I-I w-was wondering if m-maybe y-you c-could…s-show me how to make one…?"

Crafty grinned and said, "Of course! It would be smurfy to show you, Scardey!"

Scardey smiled shyly and stuttered, "R-Really? Yo-You mean it?"

"Sure I mean it!" Crafty wrapped an arm around his shoulders and she could still tell he was shaking violently no matter how hard he tried to keep it under control. "What do you say we go smurf some tools and get started?"

"O-Okay, Crafty."

"Care to join us?" Crafty asked Greedy and Smurfette. The both of them nodded and Baby squealed and stretched his arms out. Crafty chuckled and picked Baby up with her free arm.

With that, the four of them went off into the forest to collect the materials for the basket-making.