Hi, everyone! I got my blood work done and I have to say that I HATE giving blood. Pray that it will never happen to you...Kidding! It wasn't so bad, but I still didn't like it. Oh and did anybody look at my profile page? I posted up the summary and title of the next installment for the next Smurfs story. Somebody gets a prize if they can make a guess as to why I named it! And give me feedback on it if you don't mind. I like to hear what you guys think of my ideas. Good luck! Time for the reviews!
Benny- I know that it's a bit of a shock, but I have to say that over half the reviews had that somewhere in the reviews. Yeah, my surgery has nothing to do with my arms, hands, fingers, or upper body for the record, but thank you. And I'm sorry to say to you that Ipati will not be returning into the story until the very end of the story.
FritzzyCrazy- 13 is your lucky color? I don't get it, but I'm glad you're happy. Thank you for your support for my surgery!
flowerpower71- It's no problem. I've seen worse spelling mistakes than that. No big deal. As for Gutsy and Crafty, let's just say that their separation won't be lasting much longer. It won't be lasting much longer before all the Smurfs are reunited. And I know that my health is more important but I can't help but feel bad. But I guess I can't control those kind of things.
Chloe- Again, hope you get that Dark Princess. And don't you worry, like I said, the two blue lovebirds will be reunited soon enough.
bridget- Oh believe me. I'm a very fast healer and with my mom taking care of me, I'll be back on my feet and on my computer in a matter of days. When my sister got her wisdom teeth taken out, my mom wouldn't let her leave the couch and she was up again in only two days.
Zinka17- Man, if Gutsy knew Crafty was in New York, too, he would be booking it away from the other Smurfs and tearing the whole city apart just to get a glimpse of her. You know, you're the first to comment on the appearance of Don Smurfo and Fencette. Oh, and I haven't been in any pain recently, but the surgery will make sure that what I have will be a more permanent solution and I most likely won't get it again.
smurfdreamer- You go ahead and kiss your sweetheart. I'm glad we've finally heard from you. I was starting to get worried.
There's just one quick thing I need to point out for this chapter, Alomar and Monty are going to have a little chat and I'm going to have a translation for it as they're talking about it. It'll be in italics so it won't make it look like they're talking normally.
I own only Crafty, Xavier, Hummer, Monty, Fencette, Almia, Meena, Ipati, Benevolent, and Toddlette. Livy is owned by flowerpower71 and Jo belongs to CartoonCaster21. The Smurfs, Johan and Peewit belong to Peyo. The Smurfs movie belongs to Sony Pictures Animation. Enjoy!
Alomar scanned the roads and the top of buildings for any sign of the other little blue creatures. No such luck was coming to them so far.
"I don't see any of them anywhere!" Don Smurfo yelled. "Do you see anything?"
Hummer, who was using his feet to cling onto some of Alomar's feathers, had his green wing over his head to block out any glare from the sun. He looked up at the purple-clad Smurf and shook his head.
"I'm not having much luck here, either!" Grandpa called looking on the other side of the great bird's back. He looked down and called out, "What about you, Monty? You see them anywhere?"
Monty, who's talons were locked with Alomar's, craned his head up ward and squeaked while shaking his head.
Alomar flinched and screeched angrily at his rider. Don Smurfo raised an eyebrow questioningly at the golden eagle.
"What? I am not kicking you! Who is kicking my golden eagle!" Don Smurfo yelled at the passengers behind him. Grandpa, Monty and Hummer looked at each other and shrugged.
Hummer suddenly screeched as he felt a body slam into him and knock him over the edge. He quickly latched one foot onto Alomar's feathers and onto the body itself to prevent it from falling.
He looked down and his brown eyes widened dramatically. Vanity wriggled violently in his restraints, his voice was muffled from the gag that Crafty had placed in his mouth to keep him from talking if he ever woke up around her.
"We've gotta land and we've gotta land, now!" Grandpa yelled to Don Smurfo.
The hummingbird frantically squeaked up to Alomar to land immediately. The golden eagle nodded and screeched as he circled no building in particular as he began his landing routine. He sent a warning caw to Monty, telling him to let go of his talons.
Monty carefully let go of one of his talons and aimed it at the roof's edge. His detachable talons fired out of his leg and latched on and after making sure it as in place, Monty let go of Alomar's other talon and activated the return mechanism in his leg. An instant later, his leg clicked back into place.
The might male raptor opened up his wings as he glided over the building much like an airplane over a runway. He opened his talons and let his claws scrape across the surface of cement. It wasn't until the middle of the building where they came to a complete stop. Hummer blew out a breath of relief which quickly turned into a squeak of surprise when he lost his grip on Alomar's golden feathers and fell on the stony surface.
Grandpa slid down Alomar's tail feathers and ran over to Vanity's squirming form. He quickly untied Vanity's restraints and pulled his hat up so he could see. Vanity used his now free hand and yanked the gag out of his mouth. He took on a professional and proud look as he fixed his hat along with adjusting his yellow flower so he would look as beautiful as ever.
It wasn't until a few seconds later that Vanity took a look at his surroundings. It was completely alien to him and then the annoying Vanity Smurf surfaced.
"Where in smurf's name are we?! How the smurf did we get here?!" Vanity blabbered out along with many other questions.
When he had finally had enough of his mouth, Don Smurfo jumped off of Alomar and slapped Vanity across the face.
"Get yourself together! Panicking will get us nowhere!"
"I hate to say this, Vanity," Grandpa said to the arrogant Smurf as he rubbed his stinging cheek. "But we're here to find Papa and the other Smurfs. Don't worry, though. Crafty's got other Smurfs looking all over this village."
Vanity narrowed his eyes and growled out, "Crafty. Wait until I get my smurfs on her! She'll be sorry she ever dared messed with me! When I see her, I'll-"
"You'll what? I really want to know," Don Smurfo said with his fists on his hips.
"I don't know, but I assure you it won't be smurfy!"
Don Smurfo shook his head, "Well, even if you had the strength or the cunning to harm Crafty, you would never be able to defeat her. Either she would snap you in two before you could lay a hand on her. Or better yet, Gutsy will snap you in two before you can even think about harming her. You won't and can't win."
"Oh, what do you know?" Vanity scoffed. "You're only a storybook character!"
Don Smurfo's face turned such a dark purple that anybody could feel the heat coming from his face. He snarled out, "Because, you fool, I have my own beloved. And I would rather die before let any danger harm even one strand of her beautiful hair!"
"Come on now, you two," Grandpa tried to coax. "Fighten's not gonna get us anywhere but nowhere."
Don Smurfo growled and tackled Vanity to the ground and continued to land blows at each other. Alomar shook his head at the sight, but as he did, he noticed something. He and Hummer were the only two birds in sight. He turned his head in multiple directions but could see no sign of Monty anywhere. He looked at Hummer and hissed something out.
Hummer looked around and shook his head, then he pointed to the small building on top of the roof, the one that had a door on it. Hummer gestured with his wings, saying that Monty might be behind there. Alomar spread his wings glided up and over the small building and landed on top of it and, like Hummer said, Monty was on the edge of the building overlooking the long drop to the ground.
Monty observed the steep drop down to the cemented bottom that would surely crush him if he fell at full force. That, however, was not his intention.
He spread his wings and backed up a few paces. Shaking his wings anxiously, Monty charged forward to the edge and suddenly, Alomar covered his ear holes with his head as Monty's makeshift talons scraped against the surface of the roof as he desperately tried to stop himself from going off as he intended to.
Monty squawked in panic as he saw he wasn't going to be able to stop on time. His eyes slammed shut as he waited for the end to come to him. He felt the edge leave his feet but felt no falling. He definitely wasn't falling, but why wasn't he falling? He opened one eye and saw that while he was indeed over the edge, he wasn't falling at all. He felt a tugging at his right talons and looked to see Alomar, a plain look on his face as he locked talons with the blue mechanical eagle.
Alomar yanked Monty back onto the roof of the tall dwelling and raised a non-existent eyebrow, still wondering what in the world Monty was doing. Monty hung his head and whirled depressingly, using his talons to kick a rock off the edge. A few seconds passed and there was a crash followed by a loud car alarm going off. The mechanical contraption trudged to the smaller building and threw his head at it, completely ignoring the commotion he most likely caused by the rock.
The golden eagle tilted his head and cawed as he walked over to him, "What's the matter with you? You seem upset."
"I'm not upset," Monty clicked out under his breath, refusing to look at the bird.
"Don't try to lie to me. Tell me what's wrong. It can't be that horrible."
Monty let out a mechanical huff, sounding not too far from a sigh, "Fine. I...I can't fly. There! I said it! And mama's disappointed with it. She probably hates me for it..."
Alomar raised both of his feathery brows in surprise, "Who? Crafty? Why would she be disappointed in you?"
"Humph. She's always talking to me about using my wings and techniques for diving and taking off. Then when I get to the cliff, I just can't do it! And then she ends up being so disappointed..."
"Is that really it?" Alomar asked surprised. "Crafty is only doing what a mother does best: She's teaching you how to be the best you can be. You don't honestly think I was able to fly right after I hatched, did you?"
Monty turned his head to the side, away from Alomar, "I...I guess not..."
"And besides, it won't matter if you don't get it the first time. Or the second time. Or even the thirtieth time. All that matters is when you need to do it, you'll get it."
"But...But what about mama? I wanna make her proud of me. How am I gonna do that when I can't even fly? All I can do is shoot my talons out of my legs..."
"Well, not a lot of eagles can boast that they're blue," Alomar pointed out. Monty clicked dryly, not feeling very convinced. He only shook his head and looked at Alomar for something more. Alomar huffed, "Look. I've known...you're mama for quite a while now. All you really need to do is try. You can't spell triumph without 'try', now can you?"
"O-okay. I'll try...For mama."
"Hmm hm hm hm hm hmm," Clumsy hummed as he flattened out the last pot with soil that Patrick and Grace had out on their fire escape. He was so busy with his humming and planting, he didn't even hear the door to the apartment open up and close.
"Hi," Grace smiled as she walked to the windowsill.
Clumsy flinched slightly in surprise and smiled back as he replied, "Hello."
"So, what are you doing?"
"Oh, just greening things up a bit."
"That's so sweet," Grace started, not really knowing how she was going to put what she had to stay. "That's very sweet, but, you know, I'm not so sure this stuff's gonna grow out here."
Clumsy jumped down from the pot he was standing on, "We'll see. Smurfs have a very blue thumb."
Grace's smile widened as he stuck his thumb out for emphasis. She then asked, "So where is everybody else at?"
The klutzy Smurf was saddened slightly as he answered, "Oh. They went to get a stargazer so Papa can smurf a blue moon to get us home."
"And they went without you?" Grace felt a pang of sympathy for the poor blue creature.
"Yeah," Clumsy sighed running a blue finger across the soil's surface in a green pot. He backed away as he remarked, "I mean, who knows why?"
He leaned against a yellow pot behind him, but instead knocked the pot over the edge and off the fire escape. The two gasped when they heard the pot break and an angry voice shouted up, "Hey!"
"Sorry!" Grace yelled back.
But sadly that was not the end of Clumsy's klutz fit. He stumbled backwards and fell flat on his tail after knocking over a blue pot over the edge of the metal balcony. A crash was heard from further down than the first time. They got a similar response like they did from the cranky man, but not like they expected at all.
"Hey! Watch it up there! I've got two little pipsqueaks and four littler pipsqueaks on my back here!"
Clumsy's eyes widened and his head snapped to over the edge.
"Xavier?" He muttered as he crawled over to the edge. Grace tilted her head and wondered what in the world Clumsy was doing or what he was talking about.
"Xavier?" Clumsy called down, but unfortunately leaned just ever so slightly too far over the edge. He squirmed and flailed before falling over the edge," Wh-WHOA!"
"Oh my gosh! CLUMSY!" Grace cried leaning over the edge of the fire escape.
Clumsy couldn't help but panic and flail his arms and legs to somehow stop the falling. Before he could cry out again, he gave out a loud 'Umph!' as he landed on something soft a furry.
"OW! I told you to watch it up there!" Xavier growled up to whoever was throwing projectiles at him.
"Xavier!" Clumsy gasped in pure happiness. "It is you!"
"Clumsy?" Xavier tried to turn his head to see if what he was hearing was true.
"CLUMSY!" He heard from behind him and was pushed off of Xavier's head and onto the sidewalk.
"Clumsy! We've missed you guys so much!" Sassette blubbered letting tears spring from her eyes.
"Yeah! We thought you guys were smurfed for sure!" Slouchy exclaimed, even letting himself release a few tears of his own.
Clumsy felt a tongue drag itself across his cheek multiple times before he finally figured it out.
"Wild!" And sure enough, the feral Smurf responded with excited chittering and hugging. The whole group hug seemed to vibrate as Scaredy came out and joined in as well.
"Clumsy, you little squirt! Come here and give me a hug!" Xavier grinned a toothy grin and used his front paws to drag the Smurfs into his fur. He furrowed his eyebrows to himself. What the heck am I saying?
"Clumsy! Clumsy, are you alright?" Grace asked hastily as she exited out the main front door of the building. Xavier snapped his head up and examined the human with suspicious blue eyes. The others gasped and pressed in closer to the badger.
"Hi, Miss Grace!" Clumsy waved. "Look! It's our family! "
"What? H-How'd they even get here?" Grace asked confused but couldn't help but smile and kneel down to get a better look at his family.
"Probably the same way they did," Xavier replied, completely forgetting that he could communicate with humans and especially ones he doesn't even know.
"Clumsy," Grace started wide-eyed, not taking her eyes off of the badger. "That badger. He just talked."
"Yeah," Clumsy sheepishly smiled, rubbing the back of his neck. "That's Xavier. He's a magic badger. That's why he can talk."
Okay. I guess that makes sense. I mean, if Smurfs really do exist and they're magical, why can't animals talk? Grace thought only nodding her head in reply.
"I'm smurfily sorry about hitting ya on the head with that flower pot, Xavier," Clumsy apologized.
"Meh. It didn't really hurt me. It's Wild you should be apologizing to."
The others looked at Wild and sure enough, he was panting happily, oblivious to the fact that he was covered in so much dirt that the only blue you could really see were his eyes.
"Sorry, Wild."
Wild chirped, obviously not minding being covered in earth. He rather enjoyed it, except that it made him really itchy. He scrunched his face up in annoyance and used his leg to scratch behind his ear.
"Okay...um, how about we all go inside?" Grace gestured to the large building. "I bet you guys do want to rest, don't you?"
"Rest sounds good right about now, thank you," Xavier sighed relieved, following the human into the dwelling.
"Huh. Nice place you got here," Xavier nodded as he jumped onto the chair in their living room and settled himself on top of it for some well deserved rest.
"Thank you, Xavier," Grace smiled as she brought out her paints and wooden jewelry box.
"It sure is a smurfy place, ma'am," Sassette beamed from her spot on top of Xavier's back.
Grace's smile widened and she just couldn't help it. The adult Smurfs were charming but the Smurflings were just plain adorable. She started gently applying the blue paint onto the floral patterns of the wooden box.
"How did you guys get here, anyway?" Slouchy asked Clumsy.
"Oh, well...uh, I kinda, sorta, accidentally went into the Forbidden Falls. Papa, Smurfette, Grouchy, Brainy, Gutsy and I got smurfed here, Gargamel chased us, and now we're here," He smiled as he directed at Grace, "So, even though I'm what you might call "accident-prone," on the bright side, I did land us all here in your little mushroom, and we got to meet you and Patrick!"
"You're so sweet," But Grace did have to admit it, out of all the Smurfs she's met so far (and she knew for sure that these wouldn't be the last), Clumsy had to be the sweetest of them all. "And I know how you feel. I'm so clumsy, too."
"Yeah. But nobody's clumsier than Clumsy. If I meet somebody clumsier than him, I'll let you know," Xavier grumbled, burying his head into his paws.
"Well, I used to be," Grace continued, ignoring Xavier.
"Really?" Clumsy asked. Grace nodded.
"Yeah."
Clumsy got to his feet as he asked, "So, how long did it take you to...nyyahh!"
Clumsy yelped as he slipped off of the edge, grabbed onto it, but then still managed to fall. A few light snickers filled the room as he embarrassingly finished, "un-fumble your feet?"
Grace chuckled, "Well, about as long as it takes to realize that nobody's just one thing. You can be anything you wanna be."
Clumsy thought for a moment, then smirked as he placed his hands on his hips saying, "Hero Smurf."
"Yeah."
Clumsy deflated himself and shook his head, "Nah. Probably not."
"I don't know about that. If Crafty can go through with smurfing a dress, you could be a 'Hero Smurf', Clumsy," Sassette chimed. Now this was a topic that Grace was especially eager to learn about.
"So, I've been hearing a lot about Crafty lately, but I don't know much about her," Grace gave a knowing smile at Clumsy. "What's she like?"
"She's great. You gotta meet her," Xavier muttered taking his paws off his face for only a few seconds before putting them back over.
"Yup! She should be around here somewhere," Nat piped.
"You-You mean she's here? In New York?" Grace gasped.
"Uh huh," Snappy nodded. "She went with Sweepy, Wooly, and Puppy."
"You guys have a puppy, too?" Grace asked with a raised eyebrow. "What don't you have?"
"Apparently, safety, good luck, and that Smurf we saw in the falls. Seriously, what happened to that guy?" Xavier pondered with his ears erect. The others merely shrugged, since most of them never really even met Benevolent.
Well, that's chapter ten. I've come so far and have gotten a lot done. Well, for anybody that's bothering to read this, tomorrow's my surgery. Don't know when I'll update next, I'll let you know how I'm recovering. Frosty, over and out.