Hi hi hi! Glad you guys are enjoying the story so far. I promise there'll be more action in the future chapters hopefully by the next one, too. Until then, I have only to present these chapters, but of course before we can get to the story, we must get to the reviews. So without further ado...You know what? You guys should know this by now. Let's just get to it.
flowerpower71- Thank you for the concern and that's Toddlette. Not Toddlerette, but yeah that's where I got the idea to name her. And she only cried because her diddey needed to be changed. And I know! I completely despise having writer's block! It's every author's worst nightmare! I think I'm done with it for now, though.
Chloe- No need to have a panic attack about not reviewing for one chapter. It could be worse. I'm just glad you're alright. And it's hard to leave the ones you love behind to do the right thing. Believe me, we're going to be seeing a lot of that in the next story. Good luck in your fight against the Dark Princess.
Sapphire777- BRAINY! Don't you know by now not to mess with magical items when you have no idea how to use them! I figured it out since there were two Smurfs, a Double Love Arrow, it all kinda made sense. Anybody could've guessed it, but I feel ya and if Crafty were here, she would too. Glad the spray is working for you and I'm starting to think that Crafty had it off easy for her. Her torture didn't begin until that morning with Don Smurfo.
FrittzyCrazy- Before I forget...Hmm, number 13. That gets one vote towards...Benevolent. Benevolent Smurf is in the lead right now, so if anybody does want to vote if they cared to read the details for it in the last chapter, you're more than free to do so before the end of this story. Anywho, I'll be sure to keep it up as fast as I can.
pat- Well, that's not exactly how it's gonna happen, but the reunion is going to start in the next chapter. The only thing is that only two Smurfs will be reuniting soon and not in the way you might expect.
Zinka17- I feel bad for you, first of all. I would hate to have that duty every single day, but think of it this way: When and if you ever have babies someday, you'll have practice on how to properly change a diaper. And I know that's my usual update routine, but things have been happening.
Benny- 11. Another vote for Benevolent. You guys must really love angels. I understand how school meddles with the updates, so I won't push you. I hope you have fun at school!...Was that believable enough for you? Good. Now to get to something drastically important.
I hate to lay this down on all of you right now, but I guess this is the best time I can do this. You may want to sit down for this.
(takes a deep breath and sits in a chair) Do you all remember those past times when I said I had to go to the hospital and be put on bed rest. Well, now I have to get the S word. Surgery. Before you say anything, no it's not cancer and no it's not life-threatening. But if it doesn't get taken care of soon, I'm just gonna have to keep going back and forth to the hospital and be in constant pain. So starting the 11 of this month, I won't be able to post up anymore updates for any story whatsoever. It might last only until that Friday, but more than likely I'm going to be unable to do that or even write stories for a whole week. Don't worry. It's not like I won't be incapacitated, it's just I'm going to be so dosed up on pain pills (because it's no question. It will hurt me.) that I'll either be sleeping the whole time or too ditzy to really concentrate. I hope you guys understand and I will post up as much as I can in this short amount of time I have left without any pain. Thank you. Well, let's get the disclaimer done and over with.
Crafty, Hummer, Xavier, Meena, (takes a deep breath) Benevolent and Ipati belong to me. The Smurfs belong to Peyo, Livy belongs to flowerpower71 and Jo belongs to CartoonCaster21. Enjoy!
"Whoa-ho-ho-hahaha!" Gutsy exclaimed as he spun and spun on top of an orange that was on top of the strange device that Grace had explained was a "juicer". He didn't know what they juiced with it, but it was definitely a fun, smurf-sized merry-go-round. As he came to the one ledge, he leaped off and pressed the orange down, "Whoa this is great!"
La la la la la la Sing a happy song
La la la la la la Smurf the whole day long!
All of the other Smurfs sang in the kitchen. Well, most of them, anyway. Clumsy who was pushing the glass cups over to catch the juice being produced from the juicer Gutsy was on. Smurfette who was helping Grace with washing the strawberries, also sang with Brainy and Grouchy, the cranky Smurf trying to work the "toaster" as Grace and Patrick called it and Brainy was supervising as he called it.
Next time you're feeling blue, just let a smile begin
Happy things will come to you, so smurf yourself a grin!
Grouchy grumbled the last part as he tried pulling down the trigger to toast the bread. Pulling it down until it wouldn't go back up seemed like an easy enough task for a human to do. So why couldn't a Smurf do it? Apparently, because they didn't have the physical strength that was required to push it down the whole way. At least, Grouchy didn't.
"It's so obvious that what you're doing is wrong," Brainy pointed out as he approached his bitter brother with his hands folded behind his back and even as he continued struggling with his efforts.
Grouchy inwardly growled but then smirked to himself as he now thought of a better idea to deal with the brainiac Smurf.
"Oh really?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. He got off of the switch and gestured to it, "After you."
"Of course," Brainy proudly stepped forward to show Grouchy how to work the contraption.
"How crazy is this?" Grace asked her husband in a perky tone. "There are little blue people singing in our kitchen!"
All in all, Grace Winslow had welcomed their new guests with open arms. It was a nice change to the atmosphere of the kitchen that was usually fast and silent, but now filled with new, unusual friends that were singing merrily as if it were their true nature. Which by the sound and looks of it, it was.
Grouchy's smirk widened as Brainy lifted both of his feet off of the ground and onto the switch to press down. Then he "accidentally" hit the release button that would keep the switch in place.
"AAHHHH!" Brainy yelped as he flew nearly the whole way across the kitchen and landed right in Patrick's, or to the Smurfs, Master Winslow, since they were guests in another human's home, cereal bowl. Which had been full of cereal. Now it was on the floor, on the counter and on his laptop.
To Patrick, contrary to Grace's thoughts, was more than slightly annoyed and very disbelieving that this was actually happening to him. With his job that needed to get done, it was the last thing that needed to happen to him.
Grace couldn't help but let out a short outburst of giggles as he replied, "So you're sticking with your "this is actually happening" theory?"
"Sorry," Brainy sheepishly laughed as he popped his head out of the bowl and fixed his glasses. As Patrick set the bowl down, Brainy climbed out and onto the counter.
Patrick looked to his laptop and said, "Okay. It says here that Smurfs are mythical creatures from Belgium, also known as Schtroumpfs. Documented by Peyo."
"Also says that they bring good luck. Like leprechauns to the Irish," Grace read off of the laptop.
Meanwhile, Gutsy decided to tune up the juicer to a higher speed and held onto the machine ever more tightly. He had to remember to ask Crafty to make something like this when they got back home. And the spinning just continued to speed up more and more until finally...
"It says they're mythical, Grace," Patrick tried to reason with her. At that precise moment, Gutsy was flung off of the juicing machine and right at the computer screen, where the juice and pulp that was on him from the orange from earlier was now splattered on his laptop.
"I am so sorry, Master Winslow," Papa apologized as Gutsy picked himself up from his landing spot.
"That was great," He remarked, hopping off of the machine and onto the counter.
"Come on," Patrick muttered as he grabbed a towel and wiped of the juice as best as he could from his laptop.
Brainy rolled his eyes at his Scottish brother and said, "Gutsy, won't you ever grow up?"
Gutsy's expression suddenly darkened as he turned away with a cold shoulder aimed at Brainy and crossed arms, bitterly replying, "Crafty would've laughed."
The other Smurfs cringed dramatically at that comment. They had almost forgot, except for Clumsy of course, that ever since they were together, Gutsy and Crafty were apart for only mere moments, a few hours at the most or even one whole day. The only difference was that in those past times, they knew the other would return and then they'd be lonely no more. Now, both of the lovebirds were completely unsure if they'd ever see each other again.
Only one pleasant thing passed through Gutsy's mind and it was just that: The sound of Crafty's laughter rang in his ears every single time he thought about it. He actually could imagine her being there with them. If she were there when it happened, she would burst out loving, perhaps calling him an idiot for doing it but saying that's why she loved him anyway just before he would take her in his arms and share a warm kiss with her.
Gutsy sighed depressingly, But I guess I should just kiss those sweet memories goodbye.
Grace gave Gutsy a sympathetic smile while Patrick looked between the both of them, completely confused as to what they were talking about.
"Okay," He said as he picked up his laptop. Papa jumped onto the device before it got too high, "To review: You guys come from a magic forest where you live in oversized mushrooms."
"Yes," Papa nodded.
"You're being chased by an evil wizard."
"Yeah."
"And you're trapped in New York until there's a blue moon."
"Very good."
"And you like to use the extremely imprecise term "smurf" for just about anything."
"Smurfxactly," Brainy piped from the counter.
Patrick looked at the intelligent Smurf and grumbled in frustration before asking, "And you're all named after your personalities? Do you get your names when you're born, or after you've exhibited certain traits?"
All of the other Smurfs nodded in confirmation, though it was a question that didn't need for them to be answered after seeing Clumsy trip over his own feet, Brainy using his large vocabulary and the thick glasses, Grouchy being, well, grouchy, and Gutsy being as brave, quick-witted and stubborn as he was. Or maybe that's how all Scottsmen were.
"Master Winslow," Papa began. "There must be something about the blue moon on your magic window machine."
"Whoa!" Brainy gasped, adjusting his glasses to see if his vision was right. "Just what is this magic searching device?"
"Right now, I'm using Google."
"Ooh!" The five Smurfs awed at the very device that seemed to know everything. "Google."
Patrick gave them all strange looks before shaking his head and reading off of the screen, "Okay. "Blue moon. A full moon that occurs twice in one month. A figurative construct, much like yourselves..."
"Hey!" Grouchy protested as Grace went over and set a mug of coffee down next to Patrick.
"...but the moon itself doesn't appear to be blue," he finished turning the laptop over for the others to see only a pale white full moon.
A deadly silence came over them as they all gasped in terror.
"What?" Gutsy gasped.
"Not blue?" Smurfette repeated.
"Perfect!" Grouchy threw his arms up in the air in anger.
"Now we'll never get home!" Brainy wailed.
Out of anger and though he didn't really mean it, Gutsy turned to Clumsy with a harsh glare. The innocent Smurf knew exactly why he gave him that look and shrunk down and cast his eyes to his feet.
"No cause for alarm, my little Smurfs," Papa called to them all to calm them down. "If we're to open the portal home, I'll just have to Smurf up a potion to invoke the blue moon."
"Oh, you hear that honey?" Patrick voice sounded dull and unconvinced as he continued, "They're only staying until an actual blue moon rises. Which could happen if the little blue Santa man makes a magic potion, which at this point seems completely plausible."
Just as he was about to pour cream into his coffee, Grouchy popped out of the cream with a strawberry in his mouth. He looked up and smirked as he took the fruit out of his mouth, "Wanna bite?"
"No thank you," Patrick sighed as he set the cream down and decided to have his coffee black.
"Of course, the stars will have to be perfectly aligned," Papa explained. "And when that might be is hard to determine without the proper instrument."
"Hmm," the red clad elder concluded nodding his head and turning to Patrick, "Master Winslow. Might I borrow your stargazer?"
"My what-whatzer?" Patrick asked confusedly.
"Uh oh. He doesn't have a stargazer, do ye?" Gutsy asked, already knowing the answer without even asking it.
Patrick looked between each of them and held his arms out, gesturing that he didn't know and it wasn't his fault.
"We're all gonna die," Brainy concluded, starting to hyperventilate. "We're all gonna die!"
"Snap out of it, scaredy-brains!" Gutsy growled approaching his brother and grabbing him by the shoulders. "One Panicky Smurf is enough!"
"Besides, Papa had a vision, and everything turns out smurfy. Right, Papa?" Smurfette chirped.
All eyes instantly went to Papa Smurf, including that of the two humans. Papa looked around and saw expectant gleams in the eyes of his children, but could not help but notice most of all, of the gleam in Gutsy's eyes. His eyes pleaded more than all of the others combined and he couldn't blame him. He was homesick like the others and himself, but he only wanted to see Crafty again. He planned on proposing to her and that's probably what he would do the second they returned home.
So, to give him and the rest of his Smurfs hope, he answered, "Yes, yes. It all turns out just fine."
"Get them, Azrael! Get them ALL!" Gargamel shouted as the feline still continued his chase after the three Smurfs on Puppy's back. Anybody in the park would find it very strange to see a dog running away from a cat, or maybe they would find it even stranger that little blue creatures were riding the dog running away from the cat.
"Why doesn't that guy just give up already!" Crafty rubbed her temples frustrated. "He hasn't been able to keep us captured at home! What makes him think he can do it here?"
"Are we really talking about that right now! I thought Puppy was running for our lives!" Wooly yelled.
"Puppy! You are getting extra treats when we get back home!" Sweepy shouted for the canine to hear. "But for now, smurf for it!"
Meanwhile with the other Smurfs...
"There there, Toddlette," Grandpa patted the little Smurfette's head as he made his way back to the other Smurfs. "Now doesn't that feel better?"
The infant giggled and shoved her fist into her mouth and started sucking on it.
"Oh, how adorable!" Fencette cooed taking the infant in her arms. Her feathered partner and mate to Don Smurfo's own golden steed, Almia, craned her neck to get a better look at the baby Smurfette.
In the time that Crafty, Wooly and Sweepy left after Puppy, the Smurflings had decided to let Don Smurfo and Fencette out of their book with no objections from the others. Though the only real adults around were Monty, Xavier, Wild, Scaredy and Vanity. But at the moment, Vanity was indisposed, Scaredy was afraid to give an answer, and Wild, Monty and Xavier didn't really care.
"Indeed," Don Smurfo nodded placing his hands on her shoulders. He smiled and patted the child's head and went to pull it away but Toddlette had other intentions.
She quickly used her small hands to snatch his finger and babble joyfully before taking it in her mouth.
"Aw, she loves you, my coraggioso lupo," Fencette purred nestling her head in the crook of Don Smurfo's neck.
"Ew. Get a mushroom, you two!" Xavier snorted covering his eyes with his paws.
Alomar and Almia rolled their eyes simultaneously before a strange noise filled their ear holes. They strained them drastically to hear...pounding footsteps coming toward them?
A light brown blur leaped over them and away from the group, making the storybook Smurfs draw their weapons and their golden eagles raise their wings up in defense by pure instinct. The others knew better, though.
"Hey, Puppy! Where are you runnin' off to, now?" Grandpa called out playfully.
"RUN!" Sweepy cried from the top of Puppy's bouncing back. "IT'S AZRAEL!"
"Israel?" Xavier raised an eyebrow as he took his paws off of his furry head.
"N-no...!" Scaredy shuddered, pointing a shaky finger in a single direction. "It's Az-Az-Az-"
Instantly, Toddlette took Don Smurfo's finger out of her mouth and cooed, reaching her arms out in the same direction as Scaredy's shaking form was pointing at. Smiling, they turned around to only frown and widen their eyes in horror and shock.
"Oh," Snappy squeaked. "AZRAEL!"
"RUN, ya whippersmurfers!" Grandpa shouted and just like that, everyone was off into the direction Puppy had ran. It wouldn't have occurred to any of them until later that day that Don Smurfo, Fencette, Alomar, Almia and Xavier could've easily taken on a simple feline or even Gargamel himself. But all that they were concerned with was getting to safety and finding the other Smurfs.
The Smurflings, Scaredy, Wild and even Monty jumped onto Xavier's back for he was much faster than them and even Azrael. Grandpa and Hummer dragged Vanity and hitched a ride with Don Smurfo on Alomar and Toddlette was safely cradled in Fencette's arms as she took to her own feathery companion.
As the Smurfs bounced on Xavier's back, Scaredy found it difficult to to hold on to Xavier's dark brown fur because of his sweaty palms and the speed and bumpiness of it all only made it harder to grasp his fur. On a sudden jump made by the badger, Scaredy yelped and fell off and onto the dirt. His eyes snapped open and he turned around to see Azrael catching up fast.
"Xavier! Smurf overboard!" Slouchy yelled. Xavier turned his head and his blue eyes widened to see the timid Smurf frozen in his tracks with the feline in hot pursuit.
"Not on my watch!" He growled, skidding to a stop and turning around sharply to retrieve Scaredy. He wouldn't be able to make it there in time, so he did what he could do best.
Scaredy kept himself in place, completely frozen in fear as the cat came ever more closer. Just before Azrael made a final leap at the frightened Smurf, he gave out a yowl in pain and fell right in front of the Smurf. He looked back at his hind legs and noticed that dirt was covering them and seemed to weld them to the ground. He yanked and yanked, but alas he could not free himself.
Xavier casually trotted up next to the both of them and snagging Scaredy in his jaws, but not enough to hurt him, taunting Azrael, "I'll be taking that, now."
"Azrael, how could you let them get away, you worthless hairball!" Gargamel angrily yelled throwing his arms in the air exasperated.
Xavier panted as he finally sighted Puppy not too far ahead of them. Alomar and Almia were gliding along side them and seemed to be in the middle of a discussion. Xavier pushed himself and pushed harder until he finally was no more than two feet behind them. Almia leaned over to the side to allow Xavier some space to run next to Puppy.
"Okay! So we know one thing!" Crafty started as all the creatures were present. "If Gargamel and Azrael are here, then the others have to be here somewhere!"
"But how are we gonna find them? This village is huge!" Snappy protested.
"Easy! Fencette! Go search the north part of the village! Monty, go with Don Smurfo and search the south! Xavier, you take the Smurflings, Scaredy, and Wild and search in the west. The rest of us will search in the east. If we have no luck, we'll just meet back here in the park. Gargamel should be gone by then! Are we clear?"
Everyone gave a curt nod to Crafty and she said, "Good. Let's go! And for the love of Smurf, you guys better hope you find Gutsy before I do!"
"I'll be sure to pass on the message if I see him," Xavier yelled.
Alomar screeched and took of to the south part of the strange village, Almia to the north, Xavier to the west, and Puppy continuing to the east.
"Now just take one, everyone," Papa gently ordered as he reached inside his brown pouch bag and pulled out Smurfberries. He handed one to Grouchy and continued, "We have to makes sure our Smurfberries last."
"Great. We're gonna be here how long?" Grouchy sighed pushing the sweet berry into his mouth.
"Not long. First, we have to get a stargazer. Next, find a book of spells and then smurf a portal and we're home. Very simple, my little Smurfs."
"Bye, Elway," Patrick said as he entered the small living room and patted the hound on his back.
"Ooh! Someone looks smurfalish!" Smurfette gushed at the attire worn by the human.
"Why're ye wearin' a leash?" Gutsy questioned with a rusty eyebrow arched.
"It's a tie," Patrick clarified.
"Does it keep your neck warm?" Grouchy guessed.
"No. It-"
"Clearly it functions as an aid in his craft, like a blacksmith's apron," Brainy explained obviously, only earning eye rolls and mocks from behind him, mostly from Grouchy and Gutsy.
"I wear it because it's what everyone wears to work," Patrick said to hopefully end the conversation.
"What are you, ye pasty giant?" Gutsy shook his head. Clearly he was confused as there was no occupation that required any human to wear such a thing a leash. Unless they were slaves.
Patrick sighed, "I try to get people to buy things by analyzing market trend predictions-"
"Predictions! A-ha! He's a fortune teller!" Brainy concluded.
"Look, I would love to explain but I am super late. I gotta go. I really don't have time for this."
"What?" Smurfette gasped as she saw Grace walk into the room as she slipped on a bright yellow cover up for her dress. "You were wearing one outfit and now you're wearing something completely different!"
"Now, Smurfette," Papa chuckled as he slid down the back part of the white sofa to where Smurfette was. "She probably got the other one dirty. Let's not embarrass her."
"Sorry," Smurfette sheepishly apologized.
"Thanks for letting us stay in your mushroom, Miss Grace," Clumsy said joining them down on the sofa. "It's really nice."
Grace smiled and knelt down to their eye level.
"Well, thank you. I'm glad you like it. I like our little mushroom, too. But you know, somebody wants a bigger mushroom," Grace whispered the last part while inconspicuously pointing at Patrick, who actually did happen to notice it.
"But," Smurfette started. "Then you'd be farther apart."
"You said it, sister," Grace whispered then stood up. "Okay, I've gotta go. I've got an appointment. I've got a baby on the way, so..."
"Wait, wait," Patrick stopped Grace from leaving. "We just can't leave them here. Alone. Without an adult."
"Hahaha!" Papa laughed after hearing that statement. "I'm 546 years old."
Grace smiled at her husband and gestured with her hand, saying there was nothing to worry about. Patrick only replied sarcastically, "Of course you are."
"They'll be fine," Grace insisted. "They'll be fine."
"All right," Patrick finally caved in.
The two kissed, and Grace left out the door. Patrick stayed behind and told their blue guests, "By the way, I wouldn't go anywhere if I were you."
"W-Why not?" Smurfette asked.
"Um...Our world doesn't do well with visitors from other places. I mean, look what happened to E.T," Patrick jokingly said.
All of the Smurfs looked between each other and Patrick.
"It's a movie."
Still he got strange looks from the little blue creatures.
"A moving picture. Book. Just stay okay?" He said and then left out the door. Now the only creatures left in the house were the Smurfs and Elway.
"Great!" Grouchy complained. "He's gone and we still don't have a stargazer!"
"Wait a smurf!" Brainy interrupted. "If he's a fortune teller, he reads stars all the time. Ergo, it's at his place of business."
"Excellent work Brainy!" Papa praised.
"What're we waitin' for?" Gutsy asked no Smurf in particular. He took off into a sprint past Grouchy and Brainy, "Let's ride!"
"Let's go get that stargazer!" Papa ordered running toward the open window with the rest of his children until the most obvious and unsurprising thing happened.
"Whoa! Umph!" Clumsy grunted as he tripped on the sofa which was luckily soft.
"Surprise surprise," Gutsy grumbled upon hearing the grunt as Clumsy picked himself up.
Papa turned to the klutzy Smurf, now remembering his vision now. If Clumsy's ungraceful feet would be the end of them all, he at least needed to do all he could to prevent it. He knew Clumsy meant well, but he was just too clumsy and especially in an unknown realm.
"Clumsy. I think it might be best if you stay here. You know? Smurf an eye on the mushroom."
Smurfette looked down sympathetically at her younger brother. Sneaking a glance at his other brothers, Clumsy, though he didn't show it, was disappointed to see that they wouldn't fight for him to tag along either. So, what choice did he really have?
"Yeah," Clumsy said trying to sound enthusiastic. "That's what I was thinking."
"This way, Smurfs!" Gutsy ordered.
"Let's follow Mr. Winslow."
Clumsy sat down on the sofa reluctantly. He looked around and said to himself, "Well. I can smurf an eye on the mushroom."
"Smurf away!" Gutsy crooned jumping over the wooden box and onto the metal fire escape. The Smurfs caught up and looked over the edge to see if they could spot Patrick.
"Is he down there?" Brainy asked looking over the street.
"Look!" Gutsy pointed down to see the man getting into the same carriage as before, "He's gettin' into the mechanical wagon."
Brainy looked over the distance between their current spot and down to the taxi. Finally, he concluded, "Clearly that distance is too great-"
Gutsy eyed his brainy brother, then shook his head and decided to "shorten" the distance between them and the cab a faster way.
"Off ye go!" Gutsy then landed a kick at Brainy's smurf which send him flying and flailing off the edge.
"No! Gutsy!" Brainy wailed as he kept falling and falling.
"C'mon Smurfs! SMURFABUNGA!" The Scottish Smurf leaped off the edge and went into a full dive after Brainy.
The other Smurfs jumped after them, letting themselves plunge down to the cab.
"Goodbye, blue world!" Brainy woefully shouted.
Gutsy rolled his eyes and said, "Use yer hat-chute, ye ninny!"
With that, Gutsy pulled his hat off of his bald blue head and instantly the air flew into his hat and if poofed out, making it like a portable parachute. The others pulled their hats off and floated down tot he cab.
When they landed on the roof of the cab, Brainy basically crashed down and when Gutsy made a more graceful landing, he got up and scowled, "Not funny, Gutsy!"
Not even a second later, Grouchy came crashing down on top of him, knocking him right onto the roof.
Gutsy and Grouchy snickered furiously, "Well, it was a little funny!"