I want to announce something to you guys, I have an idea for a Thanksgiving story to write for the Smurfs. I'm going to be writing it up all week and hopefully have it up by Friday and finish the last chapter on Thanksgiving day. Well, let's get to the reviews.

Zinka17- Scaredy only faints when he's overwhelmed or he sees a pretty Smurfette in a pretty dress. He was overwhelmed seeing Crafty, Fencette, and Smurfette in dresses. I bet you can guess why he fainted when he saw Affectionette.

flowerpower71- (chuckles) Only if Affectionette that's wearing the dress. What the Smurflings are going to do isn't that bad, but it wasn't something they were supposed to do. Thank you for the pancakes by the way. They were absosmurfly delicious!

SmallSunshine- I have to say that the Smurfettes will be the hardest of all my OCs to draw. I can never get their fingers right! A lot of people are really liking Scaredy and Affectionette as a couple. Speaking of couples, if you think Wild and Feralette got off to a bad start, wait until you see the end of this chapter.

Chloe- Great to know you're liking the story so far. How are you and Painter doing, by the way? Haven't heard about you two in a while.

Benny- Did you expect Scaredy to do anything less? You have to admit it, though, you can't help but just assume it was the braver of the two who asks the other out. Believe me, I'm not that good of an artist. I'm still working on my drawing. That is a very interesting wish. I can definitely fit it into the story, but you seemed a little hesitant in making that your wish. I don't want to do that when you haven't completely decided on it. Would you mind giving me just like a confirmation for the wish.

You'd be surprised by my answer if I told you how I handle all of this stuff. Huh. Finally! Someone is smart enough to look back in the last story and at the cast list to guess for couples. Whoa! Hey! Calm down! You're gonna see the ball and all it's glamor in this chapter. And yes, pretty much Don Smurfo and Fencette will be appearing in each of the main Smurf stories. I have to agree with you that men can be pretty clueless when it comes to these kinds of things. Even Smurfs.

By the way, another announcement to make: There is another reason I've named this story what it is. Remember when I said this story will be like a contest central on this story? Well, many of the contests are going to be references from any forbidden love story you can imagine: Romeo and Juliet: Sealed with a Kiss, Romeo + Juliet, The Lion King II: Simba's Pride, Gnomeo and Juliet, etc. You get the point. I'm not sure when I'm gonna start doing it, but I hope to do it soon. Disclaimer time!

I own only Crafty, the Smurfettes, Creatugos, Monty, Hummer, Meena, Angel, Benevolent and Zorathix. Benny owns Noctuma, Sapphire777 owns Misty, flowerpower71 owns Livy and Nanu, CartoonCaster21 owns Jo, and the Smurfs belong to Peyo.

Zorathix stood on the highest balcony of his palace fortress. Overlooking his kingdom, he looked up at the sky, which had most recently turned into a dark grey instead of the bright blue it should be. And he absolutely loved it.

His black eyes lowered as he beheld his kingdom. It looked like any other kingdom in the capital city. Multiple shops, theatres, and squares with many more Drakonus conversing and such.

Many of the Drakonus were much like their king, only instead of any with the color black, they had either yellow, bright green, or amber colored eyes. They were also dressed in silky robes, none wearing the same exact color.

Smoke blew out of his reptilian nostrils as he had many thoughts running through his head.

"Malado," He said.

A Drakonus dressed in dark grey stepped from the shadows. He looked much like his king, only he was half a foot shorter than Zorathix. Also, instead of dark orange scales covering his body, the scales were a dark green.

"Yes, my lord?" His voice rasped, his light green eyes glazed over.

"I believe it's time to test my skills now. Send two of our best soldiers. Give them Drakosian Smurf Traps and take three Shadow Hounds."

"Yes, my lord," Malado began to turn and exit the room.

"And Malado," Zorathix added. The turquoise Drakonus looked over his shoulder. "Keep Crafty alive. Any other Smurf or Smurfette you find, you may do what you wish with them."

"Just like old times, isn't it, Blue Kilt?" Crafty sighed dreamily, letting her head lie on Gutsy's shoulders. The two entered the main square where many of the Smurfs and few of the Smurfettes were gathered. Some were conversing and even some of them were dancing with each other.

Gutsy smiled and nodded, "Aye, darlin'. Good memeries, they were."

He took Crafty by the hand and lead her to the dance floor.

"I can't believe we're at an actual ball together!" Affectionette gushed, an arm squeezing around Scaredy's stomach. The whole time from Crafty's mushroom Scaredy had a harsh purple blush on his face as he was lead to the ball with Affectionette curled around him like a boa constrictor. Only, this boa was very sweet and had a tender touch.

"We are going to have such fun! Do you wanna dance?" She asked him.

"Uh, s-s-sure, Aff-fectionette," Scaredy stuttered before yelping as he was yanked forward by her incredibly strong grip into the crowd of Smurfs.

Charmette smiled fondly at her two sisters, and went to turn and find her other sisters when she bumped into another Smurf.

"Oh, so sorry!" She and Sweepy said at the same time and tried to step in the opposite direction around each other, only to bump into each other again.

"Sorry!" They tried to step around each other again, but didn't succeed again.

"Okay, this is not working," Sweepy laughed along with Charmette.

"You know, you have quite an intriguing voice," Charmette noted, listening to the sound of his voice. "What is your accent? It's quite smurfy."

"Oh! Br-British. It's British," Sweepy replied with a purple blush, now visible since he had washed up for the ball. "What about yours? I've never heard an accent like your before."

"Indian," She smiled at him.

"Um...So, since we're here now and we can't seem to smurf out of each other's way, would you like to dance?"

"Of course," Charmette held her hand out, which Sweepy took and lead them both to the dance floor. Sweepy held onto that hand and put his other one on her waist while she put her free hand on his shoulder.

"I don't believe I've ever seen you around here before. What do you do around here?" Charmette asked, the two swaying to the soft music.

"I'm the chimney sweep around here. It's a very important job ta do," Sweepy explained, secretly hoping she wouldn't mind.

"Is that so? We have no chimney sweep in our village," Charmette said.

"None at all?" Sweepy asked incredulously. Charmette shook her head and Sweepy said, "But how do ye keep your chimneys clean?"

"Many of us have no need for chimneys. It is usually so warm where we live that we have no need to have them. Any fires we may smurf are usually done outside of our mushrooms," Charmette explained.

"Oh," Sweepy said.

A clearing of the throat made the two jump back in surprise. Crafty and Gutsy stood side by side no more than a foot away, Gutsy with a large smirk on his face and Crafty with a smile and both of her eyebrows arched.

"Um, are we interrupting something, here?" She asked.

"No!" Sweepy and Charmette said simultaneously.

"Are ye sure?" Gutsy raised a rusty eyebrow at the two. "Ye both looked like ye were-"

"Crafty! Gutsy! How good it is to see you both again!" Don Smurfo crooned, coming up from behind them and slinging his arms around their shoulders in a tight hug.

This Don Smurfo no longer had the same look he did a few years ago. Crafty had said she would give him and Fencette a makeover, and it was a makeover they had gotten. He still had many of his old looks, like his purple hat with the red feather, his belt which now held two swords instead of one, and his purple cape.

What was really different was that he know wore a dark purple vest with buckles on it, a light purple shirt underneath with sleeves that reached halfway down his upper arms. He also wore dark purple, leather fingerless gloves on both of his hands to have a better grip at battling with two swords now instead of just one.

"Indeed. It has been much too long," Fencette came from behind, placing a hand, which also had a fingerless leather glove, only in dark green, on the small of Don Smurfo's back.

Instead of the combat uniform she wore before, she wore the dress that was given to her in New York City years ago, though she still sported her long green boots and a sword at her hip. She also had an bow slung on her back with a sling filled with arrows.

"It's good to see you guys, too," Crafty patted Don Smurfo on the shoulder as she pulled away. She then got a bored look on her face as she said, "As if I need to ask who let you two out of your book."

She looked around and spotted the Smurflings looking at her with slight horror. They scrambled away from her sight and back to their mushroom. Crafty merely rolled her eyes skyward and shook her head as she turned to the storybook Smurfs.

She looked them both up and down, "I knew I made a good decision when I picked these out for you guys."

"I know, I absolutely love it!" Fencette exclaimed, feeling the silkiness of the dress on her body with her hands.

Don Smurfo smiled at her, turned his head and then frowned as he caught a glimpse of Charmette, who had casually taken back her conversation with Sweepy. He looked back to Fencette, and then back to Charmette.

"Smurfoli Cannoli! I am seeing double!" He used both of his hands to rub his eyes, seeing if he was just seeing things.

Crafty raised an eyebrow at him then looked to where he was looking. First at Charmette, then at Fencette. Her eyebrows arched as she did notice quite a resemblance between the two Smurfettes. The curly black hair. The dark green clothing.

Did...Did I somehow remember Charmette and made her into Fencette?

Gutsy looked to where his fiance was staring and also arched his eyebrows, "Whoa. Looks like yer not de only one wit' a twin, lassie."

"Who is she?" Fencette asked, getting a glimpse of the other Smurfette dressed in green.

"All right, ladies and gentlesmurfs," Hefty yelled from the stage, interrupting the confusion between the small group of Smurfs. "Boys, now is the time to take that special lady of yours and smurf yourselves down the the center of the dance floor. We gotta lovely lady singing up here tonight, so let's give a big smurfy hand to Aurora!"

"You know, since the two of you are here, why don't you two have a dance?" Crafty suggested to help break up the confusion. She grabbed Gutsy's hand and pulled him to the center of the floor.

"Come, my Smurfirina," Don Smurfo purred, gently grabbing Fencette's hands in his and pulling her along. "It will be fun."

As Crafty and Gutsy took their stances in the center, just as she thought, Don Smurfo and Fencette followed. Scaredy, surprising everysmurf there, slowly pulled Affectionette to the center with him. Sweepy and Charmette, for the fun of it, also took a place with the other couples.

The emperor penguin waved a flipper to the crowd as she came onto the stage. Many of the Smurfs applauded for the bird as she took a bow and announced,

"I assume you all know me by now, I'm Crafty's best friend. Growing up with her, I have to say only this: I never thought I'd live to see the day she'd actually get with a guy. Don't get me wrong, girl, you're drop-dead gorgeous, especially now. But may I say that any boy that had come within ten feet of you with something like that on his mind, well, as a lot of these guys would say, you would beat the living smurf out of them."

A roar of laughter came from the crowd of Smurfs, especially from Gutsy and Crafty. She didn't have her past memories in her mind, but she did think that would be something she would do.

"So," Aurora continued. "I would like to dedicate a song to you and that charming Smurf in your arms. I would say if he ever did anything to you I'd personally give him a wailing, but I think you'd take care of that before I could."

Crafty smiled and looked into Gutsy's blue eyes, which looked right back at hers with a smile. Aurora cleared her throat for a few seconds, then the Smurfs started to play a soft tune.

You're in my arms, and all the world is calm

The music playing on, for only two..

So close, together

The four couples in the center spun and waltzed in what looked like perfect synch with Aurora's melodious voice, though the Smurfs weren't the only ones taking a great interest in her voice.

Hummer stood there, his brown eyes wide and his beak hanging open. In all of his life, which was a stunning eight years, he had never heard anything so beautiful.

And when I'm with you

So close, to feeling alive..

As life goes by,

Romantic dreams must die

So I bid my goodbye,

And never knew..

So close, was waiting

Charmette and Sweepy, unlike the other couples, felt most uncomfortable with hearing such a song quite like this one. Sweepy had to admit it, though, Charmette was one magnificent sight to look at. The green silk of her arm scarves flowing with each move she made. Her curly black hair shining in the moonlight along with her bright blue eyes, both working together in harmony to create the image of a Smurfette goddess.

Sweepy gulped at the thought and shook it out of his head, concentrating at his footwork.

Waiting here with you

And now, forever, I know

All that I wanted,

Was to hold you, so close...

Aurora closed her eyes tight and placed the tips of her flippers across her chest, letting the song do the talking for how she felt about Crafty's choice. Hummer's eyes drooped and a dopey smile crossed his beak. He could swear he was falling in love with her harder and faster with every passing moment.

So close, to reaching

That famous happy end, and

Almost, believing,

This one's not pretend, and

Now you're, beside me

And look how far we've come..

Crafty sighed and pressed her head against Gutsy's chest, smiling at hearing the sound of his heartbeat against her eardrums. Scaredy gulped and timidly put his chin on Affectionette's bare shoulder, she herself sighing in bliss as she did the same thing.

So far, we are..so close...

Oh how could I face, the faceless days?

If I should lose you now..

We're..so close,

Don Smurfo picked Fencette up by her waist and spun her around in circles before placing her back on the ground. Fencette smiled widely and pressed her forehead against his, closing her eyes and enjoying being so close to her beloved.

To reaching, that famous happy end, and

Almost, believing, this one's not pretend, and

Let's go on dreaming, for we know we are..

So close..

So close..

And still so far...

Without a second thought, Sweepy spun Charmette and dipped her, their noses touching and their eyes staring right at each other. Both of their hearts began to race and their cheeks turned dark purple intensely.

The loud sound of the applause from the other Smurfs broke them from their trance. They both shook their heads, Sweepy pulling her up again and clearing his throat.

"So, that was a lovely dance," Sweepy rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous smile plastered on his face.

"Yes. It was," Charmette said, her eyes wide as she did not know what to think at all.

Hummer fell flat on his belly, giving out a chirp-like sigh in enthrallment.

Aurora took another bow and said as she left the stage, "Thank you, thank you! You've been a wonderful audience!"

"All right, my little Smurfs," Papa yawned to them all. "It's time for bed. We'll start cleaning up in the morning."

Slowly, the Smurfs started to disperse from the square and to their mushrooms to get a good night's rest.

"Shh. Shh," Wooly whispered, petting the sheep he was currently on as he finished trimming the wool off of it. He jumped off and put the wool trimmed off onto the wooden wagon, impressed by his night's work. But, he figured he could get one more shearing done before dawn would come.

He looked around, spotting a ewe with beautiful wool that looked dying to be sheared. Pulling the wagon silently behind him, he slowly approached the sheep with great caution. Crawling onto the wool, he clung onto it and brought out his shears and began to snip at the wool.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO THAT POOR SHEEP?!"

Wooly's shears slipped out of his grip and he scrambled to stay on the sheep's wool, but slipped and fell to the ground. He yelped as his whole upper body stuck itself into a hole next to the sheep. His feet flailed and kicked as he tried to get himself out.

"Oh, Silky!" A Smurfette with cherry red hair in pigtails rushed to the side of the bottom half of the Texan Smurf. She wore a bright pink dress with white polka dots and red boots. "Now look at what ya went and done."

A bleach blonde Smurfette, whose hair was done in twin braids, stormed onto the scene with a scowl on her face. She wore a light green dress with a green, silky scarf wrapped around her shoulders.

"Well, he shouldn't have been smurfing with that poor lil' sheep! He could've hurt her!"

"Silky," An elder Smurfette, one with dark grey hair with some streaks of black in it in a thick ponytail, placed a hand on her shoulder. This Smurfette was dressed in all red from her red Smurf hat down to her red flats on her feet. Her dress reached to the middle of her calves and had a red cloak around her form. "Regardless, you will apologize to that young man once we help him out of that hole."

Silky sighed, "Yes, Mama."

"All right," Mama Smurfette rushed to Wooly's side next to her other daughter, Cropette, and knelt down. "Excuse me! Are you all right down there?"

There was muffled yelling coming from Wooly's upper half, but he was too deep inside to actually hear him.

"I don't think he hears us, Mama," Cropette said to the elder.

Mama sighed and wrapped her arms around Wooly's waist and said, "You two grab onto his feet and pull."

Cropette grabbed onto his left foot, and Silky his right. Mama said to them, "Okay, Smurfettes. One. Two. Three. Smurf!"

The three females yanked at Wooly's lower body, barely budging it at all. For several minutes, they pulled and pulled at the Smurf but could not budge him one bit.

Suddenly, the earth around Wooly seemed to rush away from him and he flew back as the Smurfettes pulled him backwards and they tumbled to the ground. All of them groaned as their bodies were sprawled on the pasture. Wooly slowly got to his feet and off of the three Smurfettes.

"Sorry, ladies," Wooly locked his arm with Mama and pulled her up to her feet.

"Uh, you should be sorry!" Silky picked herself up, brushing the dirt off of her dress as she glared at him. "What were you thinking cutting at that poor sheep?!"

Wooly narrowed his eyes at her, "Hurtin' them, was I?"

He turned on his heel and walked back towards the ewe, yanking his shears out of the ground where they landed and stopped as he got right in front of the animal. He slid his shears open and snipped at the wool, a small piece dropping off.

"But wait," Wooly went and snipped another piece of wool off of the sheep. "See? The sheep don' feel no pain. Now if you'll excuse me, I have te smurf my job."

"Ah, yes. A sheep shearer, are you, Smurf?" A deep, scraggly voice said.

The four blue creatures looked around, seeing where the voice was coming from. Cropette rolled her eyes and put her hands over her mouth, shouting, "Favian! We're over here!"

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" A large Galapagos tortoise slowly made his way from behind a sheep, which 'bah'ed and moved out of his way. He took long, slow steps, taking his time in making his way over.

Wooly looked at the Smurfettes and back at the tortoise and blinked, "Is he always this slow?"

"One time it took a whole hour just to cross a bridge," Cropette said to him.

"Who took so an hour to cross a bridge?" Favian asked, now standing in front of them.

"Whoa!" Wooly jumped back. "How'd ya get there so quick?"

"You would be surprised, Smurf, at how fast I can move when I want to," Favian chuckled. "Now, you are a sheep shearer, aren't you?"

"Yeah," Wooly narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "I am. Name's Wooly. Wooly Smurf."

"Ah, yes. It has been quite a while since I've seen a Smurf. A great pleasure to meet you, Wooly."

"Humph," Silky crossed her arms. "What does a Smurf like you need all that wool for, anyhow? You look too small to need all that wool."

Wooly frowned at her, "It's fer my village. We need wool in the winter, which I need to get back to," he said picking up the wool and throwing it into his wagon.

"Wait! You're just gonna leave?!" Cropette asked incredulously.

"Yeah? I did my job an' now I'm goin' home. Nice meetin' y'all," Wooly started pulling his wagon forward.

"You can't just leave us out here!" Silky protested.

"Silky!" Mama scolded, then turned to Wooly with a kinder tone, "I believe what my little Smurfettes mean to ask is if we may come with you. We are very tired and could use a smurfy rest before continuing our journey. If it is all right with you, of course."

"Well, when ya put it that way," Wooly started, sending a smug look at Silky, who humphed in disdain at him. "I'd be delighted te take ya home with me. You three go ahead and climb inta the wagon an' I'll pull ye there."

"Um...Favian. You might just want to follow from behind," Cropette said climbing onto the wagon.

"Not the first time I've heard that," Favian smiled, pushing the wagon from behind as Wooly pulled forward on the wagon as they started on their way to the Smurf village.