Hey, hey, hey! frostforge44 here! I'm here with my Smurfy friends with another chapter of Crafty Encounters! Yay! Now I have to tell you, there are going to be two characters joining the saga in this chapter. But I'm not going to tell you. It's always fun for it to be a surprise. So, you'll have to wait and read for yourself. I think a lot of the readers will love these two new additions.

Okay, now that that's done, it's time to answer the reviews. First is from Zinka17 saying-OH! Uh...I think for Crafty and Sweepy's sake and the safety of the reviewer, I shouldn't read this.

Sweepy: Why is that, miss?

Crafty: Yeah! What does it say? (tries to grab the review)

Well, alright. Just don't smurf the messenger...or the reviewer. She's a good reviewer to our story.

Crafty: Fine. Just let me read it, already! (reads the review then blushes madly) Oh. That's why. (hands review to Sweepy)

Sweepy: (blushes after reading) Oh, no! No no no! I will say so smurfily that Crafty will remain a good chum to me! Nothing more, nothing less!

Well, then this next reviewer will lift both of your spirits. It's from one of our most loyal reviewers, Chloe! (or anon *snickers*)

Chloe - Thank you for the comforting words. And its true, I think Crafty and Sweepy's friendship is going to be one of the legendary ones to last for all eternity. Speaking of their friendship: *spoiler alert* In the next story, their friendship is really going to shine bright. You guys will just have to wait and see how. And thank you for offering a shoulder to cry on for any one of us. It means an awful lot.

Sweepy: Yes. Thank ye very much, miss. It feels good to be appreciated.

Speaking of appreciated, flowerpower71 left something special for you, Sweepy. She says that she loves you and that you needed some recognition.

Sweepy: (blushing with a goofy grin) He he. Thank you, too, miss 71.

Wow. Who knew Sweepy was such a hit with the female reviewers! Let's give it up for Sweepy! (loud applause)

Finally, it's YinYangofthePeaceCircle. I think we should have our two favorite Smurfs read it. (hands to Gutsy and Crafty)

Gutsy: (chuckles) Aye. I do trust Crafty with me book. It's me prized possession an' it's a great story.

Crafty: Yeah. It was good so far. I just wished I had more free time to read it.

(a yellow flower appears magically in mid air)

Gutsy: Er...Where did dat flower come from?

Crafty: (reading the review further) Apparently, its for Hummer. Congrats, little buddy!

Hummer: (chirps happily and takes the flower in his beak)

Crafty: It also says there's a hug for me and you, Blue Kilt. (arms appear out of nowhere and squeeze them both into a hug)

Grouchy: (smirking) Huh. I guess now it's International Hug Gutsy and Crafty Week.

Gutsy: (wheezing) Ha ha. Very funny, laddie. C'mon over here so ye can smurf the fun! (smiles evilly, then goes to Grouchy with his arms out wide)

Grouchy: (frowning and backing away) Hey! Smurf away from me! Help! I HATE this! (sprints away, leaving a cloud of dust in his wake)

Gutsy: (laughing) Come back'er! Come'ere an' smurf the love! (sprints after him)

(chuckles to self) Only on this fanfic, eh, guys?

Crafty: Tell me about it. (looks at review, then snickers) Hey. Now that's something to laugh at! Me! Actually made by Gargamel!

Yeah. That washed-up wizard doesn't have the stuff to handle you, let alone make you.

Gargamel: (yells from a bubble prison) That is what you think, you little brat! The Smurfette formula was my doing, not yours! That Smurfette belongs to me! Me! Me! ME!

Shut up! (snaps fingers and the bubble turns soundproof as Gargamel continues to yell) You've got no ownership over Crafty! She does as she pleases!

Crafty: Yikes. He says me more than Vanity.

Vanity: But Gargamel is definitely not more beautiful than I am. (kisses reflection)

Crafty: (finishing) And thanks I do what I want when I want to. Unless I have chores to do, then I have to wait. Alright, then, let's get this disclaimer smurfed with. Me, Hummer, etc, belong to frostforge44.

Vanity: And we belong to Pepo.

Crafty: (rolls eyes) Peyo, moron.

Vanity: Oh, whatever. (admires reflection)

Grouchy: Crafty! Get your Smurffriend away from me! (running back through the bushes with Gutsy right on his tail)

Gutsy: (skids to a stop in shock) What are ye talkin' about? I'm not 'er Smurffriend! (blushes madly)

Grouchy: (smirks) Obviously you are. If you aren't, then why are you blushing?

Gutsy: Ye want te play dat game, eh? (cracks knuckles) Alright den, let's play.

Oh no you guys! Not now! Let's skip to the story before things get very unsmurfy-GUTSY! PUT THAT TREE BRANCH DOWN!

It was nearly two months since their visit to Homnibus and it would also be not that long before the potion would be ready. It was also the beginning of fall and soon to be the fall harvest. It was only unusual this year because Crafty had no idea what was happening to the forest. She had never seen the leaves change color, though it was very pretty, nor had she seen them fall off. She also noticed it got colder, much colder than she ever experienced before.

It was a breezy, cool day in the Smurf village and Papa Smurf was happy to see that all of his little Smurfs were hard at work for the harvest and to start their pre-winter chores. Yes, it was a peaceful way to start the morning. Until,

"Papa Smurf! Papa Smurf!" Clumsy cried running in the direction of the red clad elder Smurf. Papa braced for the impact of Clumsy crashing into him, like he usually did. When he felt nothing, he saw that Clumsy indeed stumbled, but didn't trip and fall.

"What? What's smurfing on, Clumsy?" Papa asked.

"Golly, somethin's not right with Crafty, Papa!"

"What's wrong with Crafty?" Papa inquired worriedly.

"She's shiverin' all over, Papa Smurf! I gave her a blanket, but she wouldn't stop and she smurfed that she was still cold!"

"I see. Where is she now?"

"She's in her mushroom, Papa!" Clumsy replied klutzily showing Papa over to Crafty's mushroom.

Papa knocked on the door and called, "Crafty? It's Papa Smurf. May I speak with you for a moment?"

The door opened up to a violently shivering Crafty. She had a blanket draped over her shoulders and she hugged it close to her body, desperatley trying to get and stay warm. Hummer had her embraced in a feathery hug, desperately trying to keep his friend warm.

"H-hi P-Papa? W-w-what c-can I d-do f-for you?" Crafty studdered. She sounded worse than a Scaredy Smurf that just woke up from a bad dream.

"Crafty. Are you feeling alright?"

"S-sure, Papa. I-I jus-just ne-need to g-get m-my b-blood p-pumping, th-that's all," Crafty tried to smile reassuredly, but then took in a shaky breath when a violent shudder crashed into her body.

Papa put a hand to Crafty's forehead and felt for a fever. "Hmm. You don't feel warm, but perhaps we should smurf you to Doctor's mushroom. You don't look so well."

"B-but Papa-" Crafty tried to argue but a unexpected, forceful shudder forced her to stop.

"No buts, Crafty! Now come. Doctor must see this right away," Papa gently nudged her in the back in the direction of Doctor's mushroom.

"Now, just smurf in a deep breath, Crafty," Doctor said first breathing lightly on his stethoscope and then placing it on Crafty's back. She took in a deep breath and shakily breathed out slowly.

"Hmm," Doctor thought, jotting down some things down on his clipboard. He removed his stethoscope and told Papa, "I'm afraid I can't find anything medically wrong with her. She has no fever, no allergies, no cold, no anything."

"Golly, here ya go, Crafty," Clumsy said handing the shivering Smurfette a cup of hot chocolate. Greedy sent it over to help Crafty warm up. "I hope it'll smurf you up."

"T-thanks, C-Clumsy," Crafty gratefully took the hot chocolate and blew on it before taking a hesitant sip. he warm liquid did help in warming her up a bit, but it was only a temporary warmth.

"Hmm," Papa tugged on his beard in thought. "Perhaps we can smurf a solution for this when we go to visit Homnibus for the potion. I just recieved word that it's ready."

"P-please te-tell me w-we'll b-be smurfing there s-soon," Crafty shivered setting down the warm cup.

"As a matter of fact, I'm hoping to be smurfing there today. I would actually like to bring a few other Smurfs, if you don't mind, Crafty."

"Golly, can I smurf, Papa? Can I? Huh? Huh?" Clumsy jumped up and down in excitement.

Papa chuckled and replied, "Of course, Clumsy! Come now, my little Smurfs. Let's go and prepare to leave. Crafty, why don't you go and prepare Feathers for a flight?"

"S-sure Papa. W-whatever y-you s-s-smurf," Crafty made her way out of the mushroom with the blanket still clinging tight to her body. Hummer did his best to block any wind or breeze the came in Crafty's direction.

She went to the outskirts of the village and let out a loud, yet shaky, whistle. The tall crane responded with a squawk and flew down to the Smurfette. She landed gracefully and roosted herself, ready to let any of the Smurfs to climb onto her back. Crafty shivered again and leaned against Feathers, waiting for Papa Smurf and the other Smurfs to come. Not to mention that along with Hummer, Crafty was trying to absorb heat from both of the birds.

Only moments later, Papa along with Clumsy, Brainy, Hefty, and Smurfette were making their way over to the three of them. Hummer took his position on top of Feathers' head and each of the Smurfs took their place on her. First Papa followed by Brainy, Clumsy, Crafty, and Hefty. With a loud squawk, Feathers stood and jumped in the air, flapping her wings furiously to become airborne. But with six Smurfs being her maximum load, it was hard to fly despite their size and weight. This also meant that it would take a tad bit longer to reach the cottage since there were twice as many Smurfs on Feathers' back than the last time they traveled.

"H-Hefty?" Crafty shivered, curling into herself to keep warm. "I-I c-can unders-stand why y-you and S-Smurfette c-came al-along, b-but w-why did Br-Brainy?"

"Well, Crafty," Brainy began, overhearing the conversation. "I smurfed along because it is a clear fact that Papa Smurf and Homnibus would need the assistance of I, Brainy Smurf, and furthermore-"

"Okay! Alright!" Crafty interupted, covering her head with the blanket. "I-I'm s-sorry I as-asked!"

"Ah, it's good to see you all, Smurfs," Homnibus greeted as he allowed the six Smurfs and hummingbird to enter his home. The first thing they noticed was the giant cauldron with the purple mist rising from the top of it. The very next thing they noticed was the beautiful red bird perched on a stack of books next to it. Meena had recovered from her injuries, but decided to stay with Homnibus as a companion. She found the forest to be a beautiful place to live and Homnibus to be a good and dear friend to her. She also felt worry for Crafty since her memory had yet to return to her.

"Gosh, you sure are a pretty bird," Clumsy bashfully complimented to the fully healed phoenix.

"Oh, thank you, little Smurf! My name is Meena. And what might you're name be?" Meena giggled as she hopped down to the floor where the Smurfs were.

"Golly, I'm-WHOOPS!" Clumsy yelped as he tripped over his own feet and landed Meena's own taloned one. He smiled embarassingly and finished. "I'm Clumsy."

"So I see," Meena chuckled as she used her talons to pick up Clumsy by his trousers and set him upright.

"Clumsy, Clumsy, Clumsy," Brainy started. Everysmurf rolled their eyes in annoyance, for they knew exactly what was about to happen. "You should know better than to rush into things like that! You're going to smurf someone!"

Meena narrowed her eyes at the arrogant Smurf, "You hold your tongue, Smurf! Clumsy was only being polite! It is you who should be minding your manners!"

All of the Smurfs jumped back at Meena's sudden change in tone. She seemed so nice and comforting when they first came in. Brainy staggered back and averted his eyes.

"T-That's telling h-him, M-Meena," Crafty studdered, snickering a little. Even the most kind-hearted of creatures hate Brainy's attitude. That was a good thing to know.

Meena instantly frowned in worry, "Oh, dear! Crafty are you alright? Are you ill?"

"J-Just a l-little bi-bit c-cold, Meena," Crafty shuddered in response and pulled her blanket closer to her body.

"Oh, my! Well, come here! Come here and get warm!" Meena used her claw to gently grab Crafty and tucked her into her wing. "Better?"

"Very smurfily better. Thanks," Crafty bilssfully said as she snuggled into Meena's wing.

"Oh, my," Homnibus observed. "Is something the matter with you, Crafty?"

"We don't know, Homnibus," Papa answered for her. "She has been smurfed by Doctor, but we can't find anything wrong with her. We were hoping you might know something about this."

"I'm afraid I don't, Papa. I've never seen something quite like this."

"Maybe you haven't, Homnibus, but I have."

Everyone snapped in Meena's direction. It would make sense for her to know. She has to be hundreds, if not, thousands of years old. Not to mention phoenixes were expert healers. Tears, feathers, just about any part of their body could be used to cure just about anything.

"When we were captured, we were traveling north for quite a while. I think that Crafty must have originally come from a place farther in the south. So far, it may be possible that where she came from, it has no leaves changing color or even snow."

"What's snow?" Crafty asked now gaining the warmth back into her body.

"WHAT?" The Smurfs shouted.

"You don't know what snow is?" Hefty asked. Crafty shook her head.

"Oh dear. This will not bode well for Crafty when winter arrives," Papa stated, now worrying even more for Crafty.

"Perhaps not, Papa Smurf," Meena said, now appearing to have an idea. "I may have a solution. Wait here. I'll be right back."

Meena set Crafty back on the ground and flew out the window. That also meant that Crafty would be back to shivering.

"Oh g-great. I h-hope sh-she comes b-back soon," Crafty shivered curling into herself.

"Well, while we wait for Meena to return, why don't we see if this potion has any affect on you. Are you ready?" Homnibus asked.

"R-ready as I'll e-ever b-be, Homnibus," Crafty nodded as Homnibus lifted her with his hands and over near the cauldron. "W-what do I h-have to d-do?"

"You just have to breathe it in deeply. You're mind might become foggy for quite a while, but if this formula doesn't help, I'm not sure what we will do next," Homnibus warned

"So, let's keep our smurfs crossed and pray this works, my little Smurfs," Papa told the other Smurfs. They nodded and shut their eyes tight, almost as if praying for their dear friend to gain back her memories.

"A-alright. H-here g-goes n-n-nothing," Crafty then closed her eyes and began to breathe in the fumes of the potion through her mouth and nose. Her mind, as Homnibus warned, became more and more fuzzy as she kept automatically breathing in and out. Soon, it was almost as if she gone into a trance, doing nothing but keeping herself on her feet and inhaling the memory potion. Actually, it looked almost like she fell asleep standing up.

"Uh, Crafty? Do you remember yet?" Clumsy called up to Crafty, but she didn't move at all. She didn't give any indication that she heard him or anything. "Crafty?"

"What's wrong with her, Papa Smurf?" Brainy asked.

"I believe the potion has smurfed Crafty into some sort of memory gathering trance. She'll probably be unresponsive for who knows how long."

There was a sudden knock at the door. The Smurfs panicked and went to find a place to hide. Clumsy, however, was more worried for Crafty. He tried to climb onto the books so he could get her before she would be seen. That was, until, all of them heard a very familiar voice.

"Hello, Homnibus? Are you there?"

"Oh! It's Johan!" Smurfette cheered. All of the Smurfs sighed in relief and composed themselves.

"Coming, Johan. I'm coming."

Homnibus left the room to answer to door. The Smurfs heard them having a conversation, but couldn't quite hear what it was about.

Suddenly, there was a yell and an apple came rolling into the room. The Smurfs dove out of the way as it rolled in their direction and then it just stopped. A short, blonde boy come running into the room and grabbed the apple before it could get away from him again.

"And Peewit, too!" Hefty exclaimed.

"Hello, Peewit!" The Smurfs greeted the blonde-haired boy.

"Oh, hi guys! I didn't see you down there!" Peewit greeted back. He then took a large bite out of the apple as he looked around. He noticed the large, bubbling cauldron and got curious. "Hey, what's Homnibus working on now? Maybe I can help!"

Peewit went to climb onto a chair and peeked into the cauldron. Then he noticed the mysterious Smurfette standing at the edge of the cauldron.

"Hey! You should be more careful!" Peewit laughed as he grabbed the entranced Crafty, thinking she was going to fall into the cauldron and not really knowing why she was there in the first place. "So, who is this anyway?"

"Gosh, that's Crafty. We smurfed her in the forest a few months ago," Clumsy answered as he finally climbed onto the table.

"But I wouldn't do that if I were you, Peewit," Hefty warned.

"Why not? Hey, Johan! Johan! The Smurfs are here! And they have a Smurfette!" Peewit shouted, but that was probably a grave mistake.

Crafty shook her head to clear the fog in her mind. She opened her eyes and blinked before noticing the was in the grip of a human. She scowled and bit down on Peewit's thumb.

"YOWCH!" Peewit yelped and released his grip from Crafty. She yelped as she free-fell to the ground, but then was saved by the grip of another human. She looked up and saw that this human was much taller than the blonde one. He was a young man, not long until he would become a man. He had short black hair and brown eyes.

He smiled at her warmly and said, "You'll have to forgive Peewit. He really should know better than to do things like that."

"Hey! She was going to fall into the cauldron! I saved her!" Peewit argued. All but Johan and Peewit burst into a fit of laughter as the both of them just gave the others blank looks.

"No, no, Peewit! She was standing there from the begining. That potion was made for her specifically," Homnibus explained.

"What for, if I may ask?" Johan asked as he placed Crafty onto the ground with the other Smurfs. Well, almost all of them.

"Uh, Johan?" Clumsy asked bashfully. "Could you smurf me down, too?"

Johan chuckled but happily obliged. He scooped Clumsy into his palms and set him down on the ground.

"Well, I'm afraid that Crafty has lost her memories. This potion was smurfed so she would gain them back," Papa Smurf explained sadly.

"Oh dear! I'm so sorry to hear that," Johan said sympathetically.

"How'd you lose your memory in the first place?" Peewit asked.

"I w-wouldn't kn-know. I don't r-remember that part, either!" Crafty grumbled.

"Crafty," Papa started almost fearfully. "Are smurfing that the potion didn't work?"

Crafty turned to Papa and sadly shook her head.

"Oh, my. This is not good. This is not good at all," Homnibus muttered worriedly.

"What's not good at all?"

Meena dove in through the window and perched herself onto the floor with the Smurfs. "Oh, hello Johan and Peewit! How are you both doing?"

"Hello, Meena," Johan waved. "We're doing just fine. But I am thinking that Crafty isn't, I'm afraid."

"Oh, dear. What happened?" Meena turned to Crafty with worried eyes.

"The potion didn't work. My memory's still just as fuzzy as your feathers are warm."

Meena smiled and replied, "It's funny you should mention that. I have something to keep you warm."

Meena held in her wing a dark blue cloak to match Crafty's overalls. Crafty took it in her arms and decided to try it on.

"Wow. This thing is warm! You weren't wearing this, were you?" Crafty joked.

Meena chuckled and shook her head, "No. Actually, I magically wove that cloak from my feathers. It should keep you warm even in the coldest of blizzards. I hope you like it."

"Like it? I smurf it! At least one thing went right, today!"

"I must say, it does fit your personality quite well, Crafty," Johan complimented.

"Thank you, Johan," Crafty said, then turned to Peewit. "And Peewit? Hold me in a grip like that again, and I'm going to smurf something worse than biting your thumb."

"MOMMA!" Peewit yelped and hid behind Johan. All of them burst out laughing at how even a Smurfette can strike fear into Peewit. But they knew she would forgive him, at least if he doesn't try to grab her again. That was the moment regretted not taking Hefty's advice about Crafty Smurfette.