Hello, people! We've got some interesting in this chapter. And by interesting, I mean of course, embarassing! And the embarassing will be occuring to two Smurfs we all know and love and whose names will not be mentioned. (gestures with hand over Gutsy and Crafty. Both still had their hats over their faces)
Crafty: (pulls hat off) There's more? Don't even joke about what happened in the last chapter! That wasn't even funny, let alone true! (pulls hat back over face)
Gutsy: (pulls hat off) An' really, Hummer? You lil' traitor! How could ye laugh at us like dat?
Grouchy: I hate traitors!
Hummer: Chir chirp chi chi chirp. (You have to admit, it was kinda funny.)
Hummer, nonetheless, you shouldn't laugh at them like that...even if it was hilarious as smurf (snickers).
Gutsy: Bah! Yer no help! (pulls hat back over face)
Ignoring that, it's time for our favorite time of the disclaimer, the reviews! Now, some of them are going to be read in private, so in a minute, I'll have to ask you Smurfs and Hummer to step into this soundproof box. (soundproof box magically appears out of nowhere) But, I think that Crafty should read the last part of the review from our newest fan, YinYangofthePeaceCircle.
(hands Crafty last part of the review. She pulls her hat up to read it and instantly becomes enraged)
Crafty: Grouchy did WHAT? (hits Grouchy over the head with the rolled up review hard) What the smurf is the matter with you?
Grouchy: (rubbing head) Seriously! Is this International Slap Grouchy Week?
Only on this fanfic, Grouchy. Only on this fanfic. And apparently, since she also called you a moron, which you were for endangering little Baby's life. Not to mention Crafty's. Oh, and she also wants this for you two. (hugs Crafty and Gutsy) Okay. Into the box with you four. (ushers the Smurfs into the box and closes it) Alright, now that that's done, let's continue.
YinYangofthePeaceCircle - Yes, Meena loved to tease the two of them, but can you blame her? They do look adorable together.
Chloe - I do intend to use phoenix tears in the story. It may be in this story, it may be in the sequel, I'm not sure. But I'll be sure to include it. By the way, I'm glad you found that chapter to be extremely amusing.
flowerpower71 - I frankly have no idea why they just don't admit it already. But if the last chapter didn't prove it, this one will. Same thing though, I'm glad you think the last chapter was so funny.
Zinka17 - Meena is bratty. Much more than what you expected when you first met her, eh? Still, her judgement was true. She does think they would make a good couple.
Okay, disclaimer time! I own only Crafty, Hummer, and the other talking animals that you all saw in chapter 10. On with the new chapter!
"Say, what's smurfing on in here? Papa Smurf asked poking his head into the doorway.
"NOTHING!" Crafty and Gutsy cried out. Meena and Hummer continued to laugh at their intense blushing. Papa looked at the two of them strangely, but thought nothing of it. Judging by the laughter between the two birds, they were not going to tell even him now.
"Well, come along, you two. Homnibus has smurfed something," Papa turned to leave the room.
"We'll be right there, Papa," Crafty called out relieved. She and Gutsy jumped to the ground and started to walk in the direction of the doorway. Crafty leaned over to Gutsy and whispered, "This does not smurf this room. Not even Papa."
"Aye. I won't tell anysmurf if ye won't," He whispered back.
"If it helps, you both make an adorable couple!" Meena called out to them. Hummer chirped a laugh as he hovered down onto Crafty's shoulders. The two Smurfs turned and glared at the phoenix.
"Ha ha ha. Very funny," Crafty mock laughed.
The two of them entered the other room. Papa Smurf and Hombnibus stood over a cauldron with steam rising out of it. It must've been for Crafty to drink or waft or whatever they needed for her to do. The two of them walked over to the table and climbed up its leg.
"So, what now, Papa?" Crafty asked.
"First, before we do anything, Homnibus and I wish to smurf something."
Crafty tilted her head in question.
"Well, we have a theory as to why your memories have not resurfaced to their fullest. But this powder," Homnibus held up a small jar of blue dust. "Will help us determine if that theory is correct."
"Alright. What is this theory, anyway?"
"Well, we would prefer to explain it after we see if it is right or wrong, if it's all the smurf to you, Crafty."
"Okay. If you're sure about this, I'm smurfy when you guys are."
Crafty stood still and waited for the next move. Homnibus twisted the lid off of the jar and spilled some into his hand. He then proceeded to sprinkle it over Crafty. The dust formed a cloud around her and didn't seem to go anywhere else. She closed her eyes to prevent it from getting into her eyes. All of a sudden, though, she started feeling extremely light-headed. She had no idea how long she was like that, but it was only seconds later that the dust disappeared from Crafty's form and back into Homnibus' hands.
Crafty tilted in different directions before falling backwards into a muscled chest where brawny arms held her up by her underarms. She looked up with unfocused eyes. Three Gutsys were swirling in her vision.
"Since when were there three of you, Gutsy?" Crafty closed her eyes trying to ease the headache that was starting to develop.
"Uh...Since I was born in a set of triplet Smurfs?" Gutsy joked trying to lighten her mood. Papa shook his head, slightly chuckling at Gutsy's attempt at getting any laughs.
Homnibus spread the dust into a large wooden ball. He then chanted some unintelligible words while stretching his fingers and magical sparks flew off of the tips. The mixture glowed for a few seconds, each second it got brighter and brighter, until it finally dimmed down completely.
"Hmm. How interesting," Homnibus muttered as he appeared to be reading whatever it was in the bowl. "Papa Smurf. You may want to have a look at this."
Papa climbed onto a pile of books and peered inside.
"Amazing. Simply amazing," Papa gasped, wide-eyed at what he was seeing. "This may be more difficult than I now realize."
"What? What's wrong, Papa?" Crafty dizzily looked over at the two wizards.
"Well, my theory was proven incorrect, I'm afraid."
"Which was...?"
"Well, you have noticed that there are not many Smurfettes in our village, right?"
Crafty nodded.
"Well, that is because Smurfette and Sassette were smurfed by Gargamel."
Crafty stared blankly at Papa for a moment before bursting out laughing.
"Oh, that's a good one, Papa! Those two. Created by Gargamel! What a joke!"
When she saw no one else was laughing along with her, not even Gutsy, her face turned to shock.
"You mean to tell me that that moron of a wizard was actaully smart enough to make those two? Are you being serious?"
"Aye, lass. Not de most effective thing he's done to us, but we're glad he did et," Gutsy explained.
"Okay. I get that part, now. But what does that mean for me?" Crafty asked feeling only a little scared at what Papa Smurf might have to say.
"Crafty. According to this Identity Dust, you were not created at all. Not by magic or anything of the sort. You are a naturally born Smurfette. Just like any of my little Smurfs or even myself."
Papa's face fell as he went on, "But, that also means that what I've said before is true. It seems that we are smurfing with some powerfully dark magic. Only dark magic is able to do these kinds of things to any good living creature and last this long."
"So...what do we do?" Crafty asked softly.
"Well," Homnibus began. "I do have a more powerful potion to brew up. Twice or even three times more powerful than Papa Smurf's last potion. Though it will take a few weeks to brew it up."
"Oh, great. Will this one smurf me out, too?" Crafty groaned. She didn't want to be knocked out for more time again!
Homnibus let out a laugh, "No, not at all. But like I said, it will take much time for me to collect ingredients and to make it. And,"
"And what?" Gutsy asked.
"Papa Smurf is correct. We may be dealing with incredibly dark sorcery. If this potion does nothing, then the only other solution is to find the source of this magic and find way to reverse it."
Just then there was the sound of someone clearing their throat. Everyone turned to see Meena, standing on her own two feet. She was smiling warmly at everyone, but when her eyes went to Gutsy and Crafty, that's when she smirked widely.
"What was that about the both of you being too young?" Meena chuckled. Hummer chirped out a laugh before falling off of a book and squeaking in pain.
Gutsy suddenly realized the position he and Crafty were in and probably did the most idiotic thing anysmurf could've possibly done.
He let go of Crafty almost instantly out of fear of embarassment. Crafty gasped as she grabbed onto the first thing she could, which was the sash on Gutsy's kilt. He yelped as he was forcibly pulled ontop of her. The two of them opened their eyes and were definitely dark purple in the face. Their noses and chests were pressed together and their lips weren't that far apart either.
"Meena. Do you mind smurfing to me what exactly this is all about?" Papa asked, now really wanting to know what was really happening. Meena hopped onto the table they were on and craned her neck down near Papa's ear and whispered something unintelligible to anyone else in the room. Papa smiled and put a hand over his mouth to prevent any laughter from coming out.
"Why yes, Meena. I do happen to notice it between those two. But yes, they both are much too young to be even considered for marriage."
"Papa!" Gutsy and Crafty whined. It was embarassing enough to have Meena poke fun at them for the coincedences that make it look like their in love in private. Now Papa Smurf is saying aloud in front of others about it as well. Even they noticed that Homnibus was chuckling at the playful scene that was occuring.
Meena whispered something else into Papa's ear. He smiled and replied, "If I had to decide right now, which I know I won't have to for a while, then yes. I think Crafty would make a smurfy bride for Gutsy. Hehe."
"Alright, then!" Crafty shoved Gutsy off of her and quickly jumped to the floor. "I think I'm going to go outside and...start on that book I brought with me."
Crafty ran out of the door and over to Feathers where her bag sat on her foot.
"Hi, Feathers. Mind if I smurf you some company?" Crafty asked as she took the book Gutsy let her borrow out of the bag. Feathers squawked in reply and nodded.
"Thanks," Crafty sat against her feathered body. She opened up the book of the slowly aging book and began to read.
Chapter One: The Great Smurf Migration
Many, many centuries ago, back before even humans saw any magical creatures, lived pure and kind beings known as the Smurfs. They stood three apples high and had large hearts with abundant generosity and warmth. They helped lost travelers and befriended all living creatures wherever they went or stayed. However, they are revered to most magical beings for the Smurfs being the first to obtain the Stardust of the Heavens Above.
The Stardust was said to have magical capabilities. It could provide food to last for many Smurf generations. It helped to give other creatures the ability to perform magic. It could even protect against natural disasters and many other powers to make it utterly desirable.
Grave things had happened to the Smurfs that had forced them to move from place to place, each stop only more desolate and lifeless than the last.
Chapter Two: The Golden Gates
It was becoming hopeless, utnil one day, when a young Smurf had strayed from his group and found a magical stairway. A stairway that lead up and up into the clouds. He followed that staircase for many days and nights, with only the food and water he carried in his sack and rested only for a few minutes at a time.
He was only halfway up the way when he ran out of provisions, yet he continued on. For he would not rest, nor give up, nor go back now, until he could bring back the Stardust to his family.
Finally, when he reached the top, he was completely exhausted. His blue face was as pale as a cloud. His muscles had grown weak from lack of food or water and he was unbearably skinny. He could not possibly walk another step and so, when he reached the final step, he nearly fell over backwards. Back down the stars where he would have to start all over again.
"Ah, Smurfs and the Magical Stardust. That is indeed one smurfy story to read."
Crafty jumped at the sound of Papa Smurf's voice. He and Gutsy both were coming, most likely to depart back to the Smurf village. Gutsy's face had appeared to turn back to its original shade of blue. She shut the book and placed it back into her bag.
"So, are we all ready to smurf back home?" Papa asked to two Smurfs.
"Oh, yes we are," Crafty answered for the both of them.
"You know, I'm surprised that Gutsy let you use that book, Crafty," Papa noted, making Crafty raise an eyebrow in question. "That was his favorite story to smurf when he was just a Smurfling. He guards that book with his life. Hehe."
Gutsy only groaned and put a hand over his eyes to avoid any eye contact.
"Hmm. You know, I believe Meena is right. You both do look smurfily adorable together, especially if Gutsy is willing to trust you with something so precious to him," Papa ended with a mischievous chuckle.
"PAPA!" Gutsy and Crafty cried out, hiding their faces in embarassment from each other.
"Don't worry, you two. I won't mention any of what smurfed to any of the other Smurfs at all. Smurf's honor," Papa held up his right hand in promise.
"Thank you, Papa. That would just be embarassing," Crafty said relieved.
Feathers allowed them to go on her back before standing up, though this time it was a bit more awkward for two certain Smurfs. Papa sat in the front, Hummer, again, sat on top of Feathers' head, Crafty in the middle, and Gutsy in the back. They did as best as they could to stay at an acceptable distance away from each other, just until they got home. It was nothing personal, they just still felt a bit embarassed about before, especially now that Papa saw a lot of things.
Again, it took about twenty minutes to go back to the Smurf village. Unfortunately, luck wasn't on their side for the ride home. At least to lower the awkwardness in the air. The wind had affected Feathers' flying and pushed Crafty and Gutsy closer together at least five or six times. They could not feel so more relieved when they finally reached the Smurf village. Or more specifically, the ground.
"Uh, I think I'm gonna go check on my workshop. Just to make sure nosmurf tried to touch anything dangerous," Crafty smiled nervously then didn't even wait for an answer. She made a mad dash for her mushroom and shut the door right behind her. She sighed in relief to be alone so she could at least attempt to think clearly.
However, she did go and looked around in her workshop to make sure it was as she left it this morning. Not that she didn't trust the other Smurfs, it's just they, especially the Smurflings, had a tendency to want to "test" some of her inventions without her permission at times.
There was a sudden crash and thud coming from the living area of the mushroom. Crafty warily approached the doorway of the room. She poked her head to see a Smurf shoving something up her chimney. From what she could see, this Smurf wore midnight black pants and a matching Smurf hat, which looked like it due to the soot. His skin, too, was blackened by the soot of the chimney for whatever reason. She could see something dark red in color draping around his neck, but was unsure as to what it actually was.
"Uh...Hello," Crafty said unsuredly to get the Smurf's attention. He jerked in surprise, causing him to hit his head off of the stone banister. She gasped and asked worriedly, "Oh, smurfness! Are you alright? I'm so sorry!"
"Oy. It's no problem, miss," he said in a British accent. Looking at him now, she realized the red thing on his neck was a scarf. He smiled at her and greeted, "Sweepy Smurf. I'm here to clean yer chimney."
"Thank you, but wouldn't it be much easier to knock on the front door?" Crafty laughed gesturing to said door.
Sweepy waved his hand and replied, "Aw, that ain't no fun! 'sides, goin' down the chimney helps me smurf what work needs to be done."
"I guess I should let you get back to work then, huh?"
"Naw, I actually just finished up. It was nice to smurf you, Crafty," Sweepy held out a hand to shake.
"You know my name?" Crafty asked grabbing his sooty hand to shake.
"Of course, I do! Everysmurf here knows your name! You're practically a celebrity with all of your smurfy inventions!" Sweepy boasted to her. He suddenly blushed and it looked like he mentally slapped himself. "Oh, listen to me. Blabbering like a Smurf without a job to do! Them there chimney's ain't gonna sweep themselves! Cheerio, Crafty!"
Sweepy waved goodbye and Crafty waved back as he shut the door behind him. She went to go to her bedroom and smiled as she thought aloud, "I think I'm gonna like Sweepy coming here."
Sweepy went to the next house to clean their chimney as well, but couldn't help but think aloud, "I think I'm gonna like stopping at Crafty's chimney."
He smiled at the thought since she had given him a much warmer welcome than other Smurfs would. Usually, the others would hate it when he dropped in unexpectantly, but Crafty didn't mind at all. Heck, she didn't even mind that she got her hand dirty from shaking his own.
"Oh, yeah. I'm definitely going to like cleaning her chimney."