You survived chapter one? I'm impressed. Then again, I'm a fan of a guy and his robot pals talking over cheesy movies, the worst they can find.

This is the first time in months since I actually took a look at this story

Johan, Peewit and Smurfs belong to Peyo

Jessica belongs to me


The next morning, Peewit and Jessica were out in the forest, looking for Johan. They were still a little shaken up over what happened last night. In fact, Peewit still couldn't believe it, especially, what Jessica found out.

"Are you sure about...what you said?" he asked her, as if he still couldn't believe it.

Jessica sighed and said,"I hope not but...it had his scent."

"What?" Peewit was confused at that.

"I mean back when we found Johan hurt, I noticed that he smelled like wet dog... and the werewolf had a similar scent."

"Are...you sure? You could be wrong," said Peewit, unsure.

Jessica was about to say something when she spotted a strange footprints. She then started running and Peewit had to really try to keep up with her. After while, she got running and started swinging from trees.

"No fair!" shouted Peewit.

Eventually, she finally stopped in front of a cave. "Shhhhh..."

They walk in and mostly followed Jessica's sense of smell. Soon, they came upon what they were looking for, sleeping.

"Peewit, going find Papa Smurf," she said, crouching down to Johan.

"And you alone all alone? With him?"

"Well, okay then, I'll go, you stay."

As Peewit left, Jessica then said,"I thought so," scratching Johan's ears.

...

"So, that's all?" asked Jessica, as Johan just started to wake up. "Sounds easy enough."

"What's easy?" he asked.

A smurfling, possibly Snappy, shouted,"It's alive!"

"Wrong character," said another smurfling maybe...Sassette.

Papa Smurf then said,"Johan, you may want to smurf down for this," and calmly explained what has happened, hoping he would take it well.

He didn't.

"Johan! JOHAN! Breathe! BREATHE!" they shouted, trying to calm him down.

Jessica had enough. She got up and slapped Johan across his face, stunning everybody.

Someone then said,"I don't think he's an average werewolf."

Wild Smurf then said something into Jessica's ear, making her giggle with nostalgia.

"I remember! How can I forget our little adventure? I especially remember that strange poem that we heard."

Peewit then asked,"What poem?"

With Wild chittering along, Jessica recited the poem from memory:

Even a man who is pure in heart

and says his prayers by night

may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms

and the moon is full and bright

"I didn't understand it before but I guess it explains why Johan looks like a large puppy," Jessica explained. She then got up and shook hands with Papa,"Thank you for explaining to us what happened and for telling us how to fix it."

"My smurfiness," he said, leaving the cave with the rest of the Smurfs following.

After they left, Jessica started pacing around the cave. After a bit she noticed that Peewit was very quiet, so she asked him,"What do you make of all this?"

Peewit then said, rather nervously,"I...I don't know."

"Well, no matter, I have a plan...but it'll have to wait until night."

"NIGHT?! But what if-" he shouts before whispering,"he attacks?"

"Then we bring a muzzle, and that cane," she said, so sure and added,"Besides, he looks like a puppy," watching him scratching his ear like a dog.

Peewit then said,"If he's a puppy, I hope he's house-trained."

"That's the spirit!" she shouted, slapping him across his back,"So it's settled. Tonight, we meet here and started. Johan, we'll need you to lay low and don't worry, we'll get something other than a torn-up tunic for you to wear."

Peewit and Jessica then walked out of the cave.

Johan then shouted,"Wait, you didn't tell me your plan."

Jessica, with a mischievous look on her face, said,"We'll tell you later!" and ran off with Peewit, shouting,"Heroes to the rescue!"

Johan then muttered to himself,"Later, always later," before taking another nap because he figured he'd need it.

To be continued...


"Heroes, to the rescue!" is a reference to something I like. If you know what kind of cartoons I like, you would figure it out.