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Disclaimer: I do not own the Smurfs. Please don't sue me or steal my story. Thanks!

NOTE: I started writing this story in response to a special request from a friend. It was meant to be a quick one-shot in which Brainy's arrogant ways get turned against him, but it insisted on growing! And then, I started weaving in a few more requests... Now I'm not sure how many chapters it'll have. Still, I figured I'd start putting it up anyway. I hope you enjoy it! [Big Grin]

Lessons Never Smurfed
By Rowena

1. The Explosion

The explosion rocked the entire Smurf Village, from roof to root-cellar. Smurfs came running from all corners, calling out to each other in alarm and confusion. Even Lazy woke from his nap and looked around.

"Oh! What in the world was that!" Smurfette exclaimed.

"I don't know, Smurfette," Hefty said, "but I think it came from Papa Smurf's lab!"

A growing crowd of Smurfs gathered in the clearing before Papa Smurf's red-and-yellow roofed mushroom house. Thick, purple-black smoke curled out the windows, up the chimney, and through the narrow crack under the door. The Smurfs could hear Papa Smurf's angry shouts coming from inside, loud enough to rattle the shutters.

"Brainy, I told you: TWO drops of lava juice. Not TWELVE. TWO!"

"I know, Papa Smurf, but I thought if I just increased—"

"You didn't think, Brainy. You never think! You just do! That's the trouble!"

"I'm sorry, Papa Smurf. I really am! I certainly didn't intend—"

"'Sorry!' 'Sorry!' That's all I ever hear from you, Brainy!"

"Sorry, Papa Smurf. But, I—"

"No, no, you can save your 'sorries' and your 'buts'. It's not going to work this time. This time, Brainy Smurf, you have finally smurfed the limit. In fact, after the stunt you just pulled, I am seriously considering dropping you as my apprentice."

"Papa Smurf! But you can't—"

"I most certainly can! I am smurf up to here with your stubborn, prideful, empty-headed arrogance. I need a Smurf who can smurf directions. A Smurf who knows better than to RUIN my experiment and nearly smurf us both to Kingdom Smurf!"

"But Papa Smurf, I didn't mean…"

"You meant to do just what you did! You thought you knew better than your old Papa Smurf, and don't you dare smurf me otherwise."

"I… I'm sorry… I'll clean it up—"

"You're not touching my equipment. Get out, Brainy. Out, OUT, OUT of my sight, before I smurf something you'll regret!"

"OK, OK, Papa Smurf, I'm going! But, before I leave, can I just say in my defense that—"

The Smurfs gathered outside took a step back as Papa Smurf's singed door burst open and a soot-stained Brainy came shooting out, soaring over their heads with a pained yelp.

Papa Smurf lowered his kicking foot and shouted after him, "And I don't want to see your spectacled blue face near my lab again until you can smurf me exactly what you did wrong!"

Papa Smurf slammed his door shut, disappearing back into his smoky, shattered lab.

The gathered Smurfs stared at each other for a moment, then burst into cheers.

"Ooh, hoo!" Hefty laughed, "At last, that blowhard Brainy got what he deserved!"

"Yeah," Handy agreed, crossing his arms over his overalls. "A swift, sharp kick in the pants."

"My Smurfs. I never knew Papa Smurf had it in him," Poet said with some wonder.

"Me neither," Greedy said, licking pink frosting off the smurfberry cupcake in his hand. "But after an explosion like that one, even our level-headed Papa Smurf's entitled to lose his temper, I think."

"I hate explosions!" Grouchy stated.

"Uh, yeah, me too," Clumsy said. "Poor Brainy. He must be smurfin' pretty low about now."

"Humph! I don't feel bad for him one bit," Smurfette said. "I say it's about time Papa Smurf put his foot down where Brainy's concerned."

"Yeah," Hefty said. "Papa Smurf's always gone way too easy on the little smarty-pants, if you ask me."

"I hate smarty-pants!" Grouchy proclaimed.

"You have said it, mes amis," Painter said. "Our Brainy, he needs to learn he does not always know best!"

"Brainy doesn't know anything. Anything really useful, anyway. All he does is criticize the rest of us," Handy said, and shook his head. "I'm smurfing back to work. Call me when it's lunch time, OK, Greedy?"

"I always do, Handy," the chef said, scarfing down the last of his cupcake.

In less than a minute, the crowd had dispersed and the Smurfs had returned to their chores. No one gave another thought to the argument between Brainy and Papa Smurf until the next morning…when Brainy didn't show up for breakfast.

To Be Continued...
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~Quotation from Brainy Smurf

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I wonder what happened to brainy :curious:

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wow, this got interesting right away!

we're all someone's little fangirl.

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As if each one of them hadn't any faults at all. Poor Brainy. [Frown]
Very cool and smurfy beguinning, Rowena! [Happy Smurf]

Keep on always smurfin'!!

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Thanks very much! [Big Grin] Here's part two:

2. The Aftermath

"That Brainy. He's probably still sulking in his room," Hefty said, stabbing a stack of smurfberry pancakes and dropping them onto his plate. "He'll smurf out when he's hungry enough."

"Uh, gosh, I don't know, Hefty," Clumsy said. "I think Brainy's pretty upset."

"What do you mean, Clumsy?" Papa Smurf asked.

"Well, Papa Smurf," the kind Smurf said, "Brainy didn't answer when I knocked on his door this morning. An' I knock on his door every morning!"

Papa Smurf sighed and pushed away his plate.

"Perhaps I was too hard on Brainy," he said. "I shouldn't have lost my temper like that."

"Don't be so hard on yourself, Papa Smurf," Smurfette said. "We all heard what happened. It wasn't your fault."

"Just the same, I should probably speak with him," Papa Smurf said.

Clumsy jumped awkwardly to his feet.

"Uh, can I come, Papa Smurf?" he asked. "I want to know what that note says."

Papa Smurf frowned.

"What note?"

"Why, the note tacked to Brainy's door!"

"What? Clumsy, why didn't you mention this note before?"

"Well, I—"

But Papa Smurf was already hurrying across the clearing toward Brainy's house. Clumsy loped after him, followed by a small cluster of curious Smurfs.

Papa Smurf tore the note from the door and read it quickly. "Oh, Brainy…"

"Gee, what's it say, Papa Smurf?" Clumsy asked anxiously.

"Dear Papa Smurf," Papa Smurf read, "I know I failed you and for that I am truly sorry. I am everything you said I was, and the truth of that is all around me, in every book I ever smurfed. Therefore, after long and careful consideration, I have decided to smurf a journey of self-discovery—much as you did when you were a young Smurf. I vow I will not return home until I can be the kind of assistant you deserve. Please do not come looking for me. Just smurf the other Smurfs my love, and my apologies. Signed, Brainy Smurf."

"Oh, gosh!" Clumsy exclaimed. "Brainy's run away!"

"We have to smurf after him, Papa Smurf," Hefty said.

"I'll go, Papa Smurf," Smurfette volunteered.

Clumsy raised his hand.

"And me!"

Papa Smurf shook his head and rolled Brainy's letter into a tight cylinder.

"Thank you, my little Smurfs," he said. "But, there will be no search party. Not this time."

"But, Papa Smurf, Brainy's out there, alone in the forest! What if he's captured? What if his glasses break? He'll be helpless! We can't just let him—" Hefty started, but Papa Smurf waved his hand.

"Yes, we can, Hefty. And in this case, I think we must."

"What do you mean, Papa Smurf?" Smurfette asked.

"I understand now that what happened in my lab yesterday was just as much my fault as it was Brainy's."

"No, Papa Smurf!" the others cried.

"Yes. Now, now, let me explain, my little Smurfs," he said, calming their protests. "I have been too complacent; expecting you all to follow my instructions without question as if you were still little Smurflings. But you're not Smurflings anymore, and it's only natural you will be wanting to do things on your own, in your own way, without me always smurfing over your shoulder.

"For most of you, finding your niche has been relatively easy. There is plenty to do in a Village like ours, and every Smurf has his or her own special talents. You have all been able to assert your independence and your individuality in a productive, helpful way. But, Brainy is a different case."

Hefty snorted.

"Why? Because he's an obnoxious know-it-all who always sticks his nose in other Smurfs' business and never minds his own?"

"Because, from the time he was just a baby Smurfling, I made the mistake of treating Brainy differently from the rest of you," Papa Smurf admitted. "I was far too overprotective of him. Not because he's more talented, as I allowed him to think…perhaps for too long. But, because Brainy has a very serious handicap that sets him apart from all other Smurfs."

"You mean his eyes, Papa Smurf?" Clumsy said.

"I'm afraid so, Clumsy," Papa Smurf said. "Without his glasses, Brainy is almost completely blind. All the time you young Smurfs were growing up, I constantly worried what would happen to him if he ever smurfed too far out of my sight. I didn't allow him to smurf mistakes and risk getting hurt like the rest of you; I simply smurfed him the answers so he'd stay close. Now, he's come to expect special attention, and when he doesn't get it, he—"

"He lectures the rest of us on how he deserves our respect and admiration because 'Brainy knows best.'" Smurfette scowled. "Well, Brainy doesn't know best, Papa Smurf. And, if you ask me, that's got nothing to do with whether you coddled him too much when he was a Smurfling. Brainy's a big Smurf now, and he should know better than to try to smurf our attention by running off alone!"

"Smurfette's right, Papa Smurf," Hefty said. "It's dangerous for any Smurf to be alone in the forest, glasses or no glasses."

Papa Smurf glanced down at Brainy's letter and sighed.

"As much as I agree with you Smurfs, I believe the last thing Brainy needs right now is more protection," he said. "He needs to learn who he is as an individual Smurf, away from us, and away from the Village. And I think he should have this chance."

"But, Papa Smurf—"

"Don't worry, Hefty, I won't let him smurf this journey alone," Papa Smurf said. "I think the thing to do would be to pay a call on my dear old friend, Lyssandra."

"You mean, the ancient Elf sorceress who took you on as her apprentice when you were a young Smurf like us?" Hefty said. "Is she still alive?"

"Oh, very much so," Papa Smurf said with a slight chuckle, "if not quite as active as she once was. We exchange letters quite regularly. If Brainy is ever to smurf his true abilities, I can think of no better guide than Lyssandra. In fact, if one of you Smurfs could please ask Nat to call for Feathers, I'll set off immediately."

"Uh, I'll go, Papa Smurf," Clumsy volunteered, and galloped off at once.

Hefty and Smurfette exchanged a concerned look.

"Uh…Papa Smurf," Smurfette said. "Even if Lyssandra does agree to help Brainy, we still don't know where he went. And the forest is so big. How will she ever find him?"

"Yeah, Papa Smurf," Hefty said. "Can't we at least take Tracker and smurf after him? Not to smurf him home, just to make sure he's safe until Lyssandra shows up."

"Papa Smurf, Papa Smurf!" Clumsy called. "Feathers is on her way!"

"Thank you, Clumsy," Papa Smurf called back. "And my thanks to Nat as well. Hefty, Smurfette, you may find Tracker and trail Brainy. Just be sure to keep out of sight."

"Thank you, Papa Smurf!"

"We will, Papa Smurf!"

A moment later, a large crane landed in the center of the Village and spread out a wing to allow Papa Smurf to climb aboard.

"To Lyssandra's home, Feathers," he said. "Take care until I return, my little Smurfs!"

"We will, Papa Smurf!" the Smurfs chorused, waving and waving until the friendly crane was well out of sight beyond the trees.

Hefty watched them go, then grunted.

"Leave it to Brainy to cause all this trouble."

"Do you really think that old elf will be able to help him, Hefty?" Smurfette asked.

"Well, she taught Papa Smurf everything he knows, and Papa Smurf's the wisest wizard going. If she can't smurf Brainy right, no one can," Hefty said. "Come on, Smurfette, let's go find Tracker."

To Be Continued...
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"It is easy to pretend we are strong. It is much harder to admit we are weak. A true friend, by loving every part of us, teaches us to love our weaknesses."
~Quotation from Brainy Smurf

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I LOVE Brainy in this story Rowena!! I never thought I'd worry about him!


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poor Brainy. it sounds like he's feeling pretty bad :-(

we're all someone's little fangirl.

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This is awsome so far!

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Thanks! [Big Grin]

Yep, Brainy's got a lot to learn, but he's not the only one to worry about. You'll see what I mean in the coming chapters... [Eek!]

Now it's time to meet Lyssandra. Hope you like this next bit! [Big Grin]

3. Lyssandra

Tracker Smurf straightened up from his inspection of the grassy ground and smoothed back the long, red feather in his cap.

"So, Tracker? Do you smurf anything?" Hefty asked him.

"I am certain a Smurf passed this way, but I can't say if it was Brainy," said the expert woodsmurf. "The footprints are the right size, but they are strangely deep. Either this Smurf is heavier than Greedy, or he's carrying an exceptionally weighty satchel."

Hefty rolled his eyes. "I'll smurf for option two. Knowing Brainy, he probably smurfed his entire library with him."

"Yes, that would explain it," Tracker said. "From the way this grass is bent, I'd say he couldn't have been by here more than…" He got down on all fours and started sniffing the all-but-invisible trail. "Oh, perhaps an hour ago."

"An hour!" Smurfette exclaimed. "Oh, dear! How will we ever catch up with him?"

"Fear not, Smurfette," Tracker said gallantly. "If Brainy kept smurfing in this direction, even with his heavy books he's probably nearly made it to Paradise Falls. Fortunately, I know a shortcut that can get us to the falls in only fifteen minutes!"

"Nice smurfing, Tracker," Hefty said, and thumped the woodsmurf on the back. "You smurf the way. Once we know Brainy's safe, all we have to do is watch him until Lyssandra smurfs up, then report back to Papa Smurf."

"Out of curiosity, Hefty," Tracker said, "what does Papa Smurf think Lyssandra can do for Brainy?"

"I don't know exactly," Hefty said. "But if she can get the little blabbersmurf to quit lecturing us and stop him from smurfing those annoying quotations in my ear, that'll be enough for me."

"Me too," Smurfette agreed.

"Hm…" Tracker looked thoughtful, but he didn't say any more on the subject. He just turned to the right and said, "This way, Smurfs. Follow me!"


The sorceress Lyssandra made her home beneath a ruin so ancient, the moss and trees had long ago reclaimed every stone. Feathers let Papa Smurf off at the base of a gnarled oak near the center of the sloped, circular space, then settled into the branches above to wait.

"Do you remember what I told you about this place, young Smurf?"

Papa Smurf turned in surprise. "Lyssandra!"

The old Elf seemed to melt out of the shadows under the tree. "It was once an amphitheater," she said. "I used to come here when I was just a little Elfling, to watch the Romans put on their plays."

Papa Smurf smiled. "I remember, my friend. I remember everything you taught me."

Lyssandra inclined her head. Her great age seemed to weigh heavily upon her, but the ancient sorceress wore it with dignity. Her back was straight, her silver hair—a startling gray-white that matched her eyes—flowed down her back, and her darkly shimmering cloak flattered her willowy figure. She carried a tall, wooden staff in her hand, and tapped the tip against the mossy tree roots as she made her way closer to Papa Smurf.

"You haven't come to visit me in person in over three hundred years, my boy," she said. "Why do you come now, when I have finished my breakfast and can offer you nothing but cold sassafras tea until lunch?"

Papa Smurf chuckled and held out an arm for Lyssandra to take as they walked together toward the hidden entrance to her home.

"Dear Lyssandra, you are as hospitable as ever," Papa Smurf said. "But I'm afraid this isn't a social visit. I…well, I have a very important favor to ask of you."

"Do you now," Lyssandra said, tapping the side of the tree with her stick. A well camouflaged door creaked open, and she led Papa Smurf down a flight of curving stairs. "Tell me, young Smurf, would this favor have something to do with your little Smurf charges?"

"They're not so little anymore, Lyssandra," Papa Smurf said as they strolled through a dimly lit stone hall with a high, domed ceiling. "And, I must admit, I am hardly young. In fact, apart from Baby and the four Smurflings, my little Smurfs are now about the same age I was when I first met you—old enough to take on grown-up responsibilities, but young enough that they are still learning, still growing, and still discovering who they are."

"The Sands of Time slip by so swiftly," Lyssandra said. "I sometimes think Father Time should recalibrate his hourglass. Until that happens, it's no good wasting what little time we have together beating around the bush. Tell me plainly what you want, my hardly-young Smurf, and I shall pour the tea."

She opened the door to her study, and Papa Smurf saw she had an entire spread laid out for them on the center table. Piping hot tea, fresh muffins, and savory pastries filled the domed space with tantalizing smells.

Papa Smurf laughed. "Cold sassafras tea, indeed. Lyssandra, my friend, you are truly a wonder."

"I know," she said, sweeping past shelves and stacks and piles of books and scrolls to pour the tea into the waiting cups. "Now sit, eat, drink, and let's discuss this runaway Smurf of yours. He is a brash, impatient youth, yes? A Smurf with eyes that look, but can not see."

"His name is Brainy," Papa Smurf said.

Lyssandra nodded slowly. "Ah, yes. I know of this Brainy. In your letters, you often spoke of your concern for him. A blind Smurfling facing down a world of predators…"

"I was hoping you could help him, Lyssandra. Teach him, as you once taught me. You see, I'm afraid I may have spoiled him. I know that Brainy has a kind and caring heart, but he's grown to possess such a high opinion of himself—"

"—That, perhaps, you are no longer sure how to reach him without wounding him?" A small smile crept across the old Elf's face.

Papa Smurf sighed. "I watched him change before my eyes from a bright and curious Smurfling to an officious, interfering know-it-all and I smurfed precious little to intervene. I love him dearly, Lyssandra, as I love all my little Smurfs, but if this unsmurfy behavior of his gets any worse, I fear for his future."

"Yes, I quite understand, my friend."

"Then you'll help him? You'll take him on as your assistant?"

Lyssandra glided across the cluttered room toward a tall mirror with a simple frame.

"Is this your young Brainy?" she asked, waving her long stick before the glass. There was a slight ripple effect, and Papa Smurf saw an image of Brainy hiking through the forest. He carried a heavy-looking satchel on his back and seemed rather lost.

"Yes, yes, that's Brainy. He left home after I lost my temper with him. He hopes that by seeing something of the world, he can learn to be a better Smurf."

"Then he is willing to learn. That is very good. Very promising." Lyssandra nodded, and turned to face Papa Smurf. "You may return home to your family now, my friend. I will watch over this Smurf."

Papa Smurf could barely contain a relieved and happy grin. "Then I will leave my dear little Brainy in your capable hands," he said, gracing the sorceress with a courtly bow. "Farewell, Lyssandra. And, thank you."

To Be Continued...

Next Time: Smurfette, Hefty, and Tracker find Brainy, Brainy finds a new mentor, and all of them find trouble! Stay Tuned! [Big Grin]

"It is easy to pretend we are strong. It is much harder to admit we are weak. A true friend, by loving every part of us, teaches us to love our weaknesses."
~Quotation from Brainy Smurf

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i am very glad that Brainy has someone watching over him. i sure hope the others will be alright too :-)

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Yeah, the smurfs have had some bad times with Brainy in the past.

When people say giving is better than receiving they are talking about me. Giving someone one of my exploding presents is WAY better than receiving one. ;)

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So far so good! Great story Rowena, thank you for sharing it!

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Thank you all for reading it!

The trouble I was hinting at before is about to take shape. Here's:

4. The Most Intellectual Smurf

Rushing water roared somewhere up ahead. Brainy Smurf wiped a hand across his brow and shuffled toward the sound. He'd been wandering the forest since dawn without a destination, and the day was beginning to heat up.

"I need to find a place to rest, before this strap smurfs me in half," the spectacled Smurf moaned, adjusting his heavy, book-stuffed satchel. "I suppose I could have packed less food… But, then again…"

The exhausted Smurf leaned against the textured bark of a rowan tree and looked around.

"Where am I, anyway? The canopy in this part of the forest is so thick, I can't smurf the sun to know what time it is! And I'm getting hungry. I wonder if I should smurf my lunch now, or if it would be wiser to wait until I've smurfed a more promising pa-aaa-aaath!"

The ground shook beneath him. Brainy dropped his satchel and dove into the hollow of a nearby oak stump just in time to avoid getting trampled under the hooves of an angry, rearing horse.

The horse was brown and surprisingly small, as was its rider—a muscular young Fairy nobleman with shimmering wings and a flowing, red cloak. As Brainy watched from his hiding place, the horse threw the Fairy, then limped away through the trees.

"Ow! Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!" the Fairy groaned, and rolled to his feet, shouting after the horse. "Get back here, you fool creature! Where do you think you're going!"

"Hm… That Fairy looks like he could use some help," Brainy said, and brightened. "Ah ha! This could be it! The chance I've been waiting for to prove myself to Papa Smurf! If I smurf this Fairy a hand with his horse, he might agree to smurf me home with him to the Fairy Realm. Everysmurf knows how flighty Fairies are. A level-headed, intellectual Smurf like me would be invaluable to them!"

He chuckled behind his hand.

"Yes, once I demonstrate my superior intellect, the Fairy Queen will naturally appoint me her advisor, and I, Brainy Smurf, would return home a wise and cultured Smurf-of-the-World. A Smurf Papa Smurf will be proud of! Now, which way did he go…?"

Climbing out of the stump, Brainy grabbed his satchel and followed the little horse's prints around a dense thicket of brambles. Once out of the underbrush, he looked up to see a very high, roaring waterfall. The Fairy and his horse were near its base – the horse playing keep-away, and the furious Fairy slipping and sliding on the wet grass and mud along the riverbank. The Fairy looked so funny with his coiffed hair in dripping ringlets and his rich clothes splattered with mud, that Brainy couldn't hold back a giggle.

"Who's that?"

The Fairy jumped to his feet and scanned the riverbank, his dark eyes sharp and angry.

"Who dares to laugh at Count Braggadocchio?" he said. "I demand you show yourself!"

Brainy swallowed his smile and puffed out his chest, striding out into the sunlight.

The Fairy curled his lip.

"Gah! I should have known it would be a Smurf!"

"Not just any Smurf, your Count-ness." Brainy said proudly, his nose in the air. "I am—"

"You will address me as 'My Lord,'" the Fairy snapped. "And I don't really care who you are. A Smurf is a Smurf, and as every Fairy knows, Smurfs are not to be trusted. Now, out of my sight, little pipsqueak. Can't you see I'm busy?"

"Hmph! Busy falling, maybe," Brainy retorted. "It's obvious to anysmurf that your horse has thrown a shoe. Now I, Brainy Smurf, have made a personal study of animal habits and behavior, and it's smurfectly clear to me that this horse is not going to let you smurf anywhere near him until—"

The Fairy seemed to expand as Brainy spoke, his face reddening and his eyes bulging.

"You think I don't know how to see to my own horse? I, Count Braggadocchio!"

Blind to the Count's rising anger, Brainy unbuttoned his satchel and started digging through his books.

"Well, you're not exactly doing a smurfy job of it. Now, if you would just consult my book, Brainy Smurf, Friend to All the Animals, chapter eight, page ninety-two, I think you'd find—"

"Impudent blue wretch!"

The mud-splattered Fairy grabbed Brainy by the shoulders and booted him and his satchel high into the air. Books fluttered to earth in a wide arc as the spectacled Smurf soared back into the forest with a pained yelp.

"Such an arrogant little know-it-all," the Fairy growled. "Even for a Smurf!"

Gathering himself up, Brainy rubbed his sore tail and scowled back in the direction he'd come.

"Of all the arrogance...even for a Fairy!" he said, and straightened his glasses. "After all, I was only trying to offer him some helpful advice."

Brainy sighed and looked around at his scattered library.

"Oh well, who wants to be a Fairy's advisor, anyway," he said, dusting off his books and stuffing them back into his bag. "There are plenty of other ways a Smurf like me could be useful. I just need to smurf someone who appreciates my genius!"

He chuckled.

"After all, I am the most intellectual Smurf in Smurf Village, not to mention Papa Smurf's personal assistant. How hard could it be?"


"Yep, Brainy was here all right. Along with a very muddy Fairy, and a Fairy horse that seems to have thrown a shoe."

Tracker pointed out the little hoof prints in the squishy grass near the base of the waterfall. He followed the tracks for a moment, then began to chuckle.

"What's so funny?" Hefty asked.

"Looks like that horseshoe wasn't the only thing that was thrown," the woodsmurf said. "Brainy must have smurfed something to annoy that Fairy, because his tracks end quite abruptly. I can only assume he was – heh, heh – booted back into the forest."

Smurfette shook her head.

"Oh, Brainy," she said. "Well, where is he now, Tracker?"

Hefty gasped and grabbed her hand.

"He's just ahead! Quick, everysmurf! Hide!"

The three Smurfs jumped into the underbrush just as Brainy came into view.

"I think that's all of them," Brainy said, scanning the riverbank for any books he might have missed. "Hm, good. That unsmurfy Fairy's gone. Now, all I need to do is find a way to smurf across this river, and— Great Smurfs, what's that?"

Tracker sniffed the breeze, and a frown fell over his features.

"Yes...what is that? It smells almost like..."

"Tracker, look!" Hefty whispered. "Something strange is smurfing on!"

Hefty, Smurfette, and Tracker watched in amazement as the air in front of Brainy began to shimmer and ripple. A moment later, a slender, female figure stepped out of the disturbance: an elderly elf with silver-white hair and a tall, wooden staff.

"Could that be Lyssandra?" Smurfette whispered.

Hefty shrugged, and gestured for her to pay attention.

"Who—who are you?" Brainy stammered.

"I'm an old friend of your Papa Smurf," the elf said, and held out a small metal broach stamped with a wizard's seal Brainy recognized at once as Papa Smurf's. Beneath it was the more powerful seal of an Elvish sorceress. "I've been observing you, young Brainy."

Brainy stared up at her.

"O-observing me? mean, you saw...? When that Fairy..."

Brainy seemed to shrink with mortification. He dreaded looking foolish and being laughed at more than anything else in the world.

The sorceress smiled kindly.

"My name is Lyssandra," she said. "Perhaps you know of me?"

"Lyssandra... Great Smurfs! Surely, you're not the same Lyssandra who taught Papa Smurf how to smurf magic! But-but what do you want with me? I'm just..."

He glanced down at his satchel and blushed, her calm, powerful presence making him feel very awkward, and very, very young.

"Your Papa Smurf paid me a visit this morning," she said. "Something he has not done in many years. He seems to think you're ready to move on to the next step in your education."

"Next step?" Brainy blinked behind his glasses. "You mean... Did Papa Smurf—"

"He asked me if I might mentor you, as my apprentice," Lyssandra said. "As I once mentored him."

Brainy's eyes were as wide as dessert plates.


"If you accept this offer, young Smurf," Lyssandra said, "you will be agreeing to what is, essentially, a term of service. You will follow my rules and do as I say, and in return, if you pass my tests, you will gain the opportunity to prove yourself a wizard in your own right."

"A wizard in my own right..."

Brainy swayed in place, too overwhelmed to remember to breathe.

"Do you agree to these terms, Brainy Smurf?"

"And Papa Smurf really said it was OK?" Brainy asked. "He really thinks that I, Brainy Smurf, could be a...a wizard? Like him?"

"He thinks you have the potential," Lyssandra said. "Whether or not you have the discipline is something you must prove, to me and to yourself. Well, Brainy? What do you say?"

"I'll do it!" Brainy exclaimed, beaming a grin so wide it nearly split his face. "When do I start?"

"Give me your right hand," Lyssandra said.

Brainy willingly held it out to her.

Lyssandra took it, and pressed his thumb to her broach. The broach glowed blue, and when it faded, the simple seal of an apprentice had been added to its polished surface.

"Wow," Brainy gasped. "Amazing!"

"You are now my apprentice, Brainy Smurf," Lyssandra said. "And, unless you quit my service of your own free will, you will remain so until I tell you otherwise. Do you understand?"

"I do, Lyssandra," Brainy said. "But I won't quit. As Papa Smurf always says, you must finish what you start, and once I've started something I always finish it, because—"

"Brainy," Lyssandra said.

The eager Smurf blinked up at her.

"Yes, Lyssandra?"

"Come with me."

"Yes, Lyssandra!"

As Tracker, Hefty, and Smurfette watched from their hiding place in the bushes, Lyssandra waved her staff and stepped through the resulting ripple in the air. After a moment's hesitation, Brainy hopped through the portal after her, and the shimmer faded away.

"Incredible!" Tracker exclaimed, scampering to examine the site where the portal had been. "I've never smurfed anything quite like it! Why, that portal left no trace at all!"

"It's magic, Tracker," Hefty said. "What did you expect?"

"Well, when magic is used, it often leaves behind a smell, or..."

He trailed off, his nose twitching as he turned slowly in place.

"A smell... Just before Lyssandra appeared, I thought I smelled—"

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Smurfette screamed, and pointed a trembling finger towards a large, hulking shape crouched just behind the bushes. "It''s..."

"It's Azrael!" Tracker shouted. "Quick, everysmurf, behind the waterfall! We might be able to escape him in the caves!"

To Be Continued...

"It is easy to pretend we are strong. It is much harder to admit we are weak. A true friend, by loving every part of us, teaches us to love our weaknesses."
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Awsome story so far

Seether karma and effect

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Get them Azrael ! [Gargamel]

Wizards don't give a 'bleep' about the laws of Thermodynamics!

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I supposed fairies were more polite.
Great and smurfy story, Rowena! [King Smurf] [Wild Smurf] [Scuba Smurf] [King Tut Smurf] [Astro Smurf]

Keep on always smurfin'!!

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ooo how very exciting!

we're all someone's little fangirl.

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Originally posted by Uncle Gargy:
Get them Azrael ! [Gargamel]

[Smurfette] *gasp* , Go away you mean old kitty!
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Let the chase begin! [Azrael]

5. The Nature of the Beast

Azrael jumped over the bush with a shrill yowl, and swiped at Smurfette. She dodged the cat's sharp claws, but nearly slipped in the wet grass. Hefty grabbed her arm and together, they followed Tracker toward the river's edge.

The water rushed past, crashing against slippery rocks and foaming against the steep bank.

"The way to the caves is across these rocks," Tracker shouted over the roar, ushering his friends past him toward a curving trail of smooth, wet stones. "Go, go! Quickly!"

"Oh…oh dear…" Smurfette's hands trembled, but she clenched her fists and jumped to the first stone, then the next. Hefty followed close behind, helping her keep her balance as the water crashed and splashed all around them.

Azrael snarled, slipping and sliding in the mud, but never breaking step. Tracker kept one eye on the cat, and the other on Hefty and Smurfette. The Smurfs were doing well, but Azrael was stalking closer, his hungry eyes fixed on Tracker's friends.

Setting his jaw, Tracker scrambled onto a fallen tree branch that jutted out into the water. Placing himself squarely between the cat and his friends, Tracker stuck his thumbs in his ears and waggled his fingers.

"Nah, nah, Azrael!" he taunted. "Here, kitty! Can't catch me!"

"Tracker!" Hefty shouted, but Tracker waved for him to keep going.

"Here, Azrael!" the woodsmurf called. "Come and get me!"

Azrael narrowed his eyes and stepped up onto the branch. The branch rocked a little, but it held the cat's weight. Tracker backed away, further out over the rushing river.

Smurfette and Hefty watched from the cave's entrance, their hearts in their mouths as Tracker edged his way onto a thin, leafy twig. Azrael stalked slowly forward, tentatively placing one paw in front of the other. He held his tail straight and stiff, his sharp teeth bared in a cruel grimace.

"Mreah, mreah," he rumbled, and extended his claws.

Azrael was so close now, Tracker could smell the cat's stale breath.

Smurfette brought her hands to her mouth. "Oh…oh no… Oh, be careful, Tracker!"

Azrael's grimace broadened, and he risked a quick swipe. Tracker was ready. The woodsmurf jumped from the twig to a stone jutting out from the water. The stone was wet and slick and Tracker had to scrabble for purchase, but he managed to keep himself from falling into the river.

Azrael wasn't so lucky. As soon as Tracker jumped, the branch began to move. Azrael shrieked and yowled and tried to scramble back to the riverbank, but the branch rolled over, the wet leaves catching the cat right in the face and knocking him into the rapids. Azrael flailed and splashed, struggling to keep his head above water, but the heavy branch twisted and turned, holding him under the river's bubbling surface.

Hefty pulled Tracker through the waterfall into the cave.

"Whew," the burly Smurf said. "For a moment there, I was afraid you weren't gonna make it."

"For a moment there, so was I," Tracker said, and smiled. "That should teach old Azrael not to smurf with us for a while, eh?" He squeezed some water from his dripping feather, and scanned the riverbank. "Hey, where is Azrael? Did you Smurfs see if he smurfed out of the river?"

"No," Smurfette said. "I was too worried about you. But, I'm sure he… Oh… Oh, my Smurfness, what's that?"

Tracker and Hefty looked where she pointed. A sodden, brown form was floating slowly toward the surface of the water…and it wasn't moving.

"Oh no… It's Azrael!" Tracker gasped and started edging his way out of the cave. "Hurry, Smurfs—follow me!"

Hefty grabbed Tracker's arm and hauled him back into the cave. "Are you out of your Smurf, Tracker? You can't seriously expect us to help that monster!"

Tracker shook him off and glared. "Well, we can't very well stand here and let him drown, can we? Now, Azrael is too big for me to smurf to the river's edge on my own. I need your help, Hefty. Are you coming or not?"

"You're crazy! Azrael would smurf us as soon as look at us! And, if you think he'll be grateful-"

"He won't, Hefty," Smurfette said. "It's Azrael's nature to be cruel and mean. But, Tracker's right. We can't let him drown. Not if we can smurf something to help him."

Hefty pursed his lips, but he nodded. "I know, I know, you're right," he grumbled. "But that doesn't mean I have to like it."

Carefully, the Smurfs clambered back out of the cave and onto the slippery rocks. The current had buffeted Azrael's unconscious form between the rocks to a calm swell only a few feet from the safety of the riverbank.

"Come on, Hefty! Tally-ho!" Tracker whooped, and jumped into the water. "The current isn't so bad here! Smurfette, head for the riverbank. We'll need you to help us smurf Azrael out of the water."

Smurfette nodded, and cautiously made her way from one slippery stepping stone to the next. Hefty watched her for a moment, making sure she made it to the bank safely, then jumped into the water with Tracker.

"Brrrr! This water is freezing!"

"I know," Tracker shouted back, his voice barely audible over the roaring waterfall. "See if you can smurf his other paw!"

Working together, Hefty and Tracker managed to turn Azrael on his back and pull, push, tug, and yank him toward the shore. When they were near enough, Smurfette waded into the rushing water and helped them slide Azrael up the muddy bank.

"He's not breathing," Hefty gasped, leaning against the sodden cat and shivering with cold. "Tracker, is he breathing?"

Tracker climbed up onto Azrael's chest and pressed his ear to the cat's wet fur. "His heart's still beating," the woodsmurf called back through chattering teeth. "But I think the river water's smurfed into his lungs. Hold on—let me try something."

Scrambling to his feet, Tracker moved to the middle of Azrael's ribcage and started jumping up and down with all his might.

"Come on, Azrael," Tracker panted. "You can do it. Smurf a breath for me."

"Tracker, what are you—" Hefty started, but Smurfette shook her head.

"Come on, you stupid cat," Tracker growled, jumping for all he was worth. "Breathe!"

Azrael's chest gave a mighty heave, and then the cat began to hack up water. Tracker slipped off him and tumbled to the muddy ground. For a moment, he just lay there, dazed. Then, he looked up to see Azrael's cruel, yellow eyes glaring down at him.

"Tracker!" Smurfette shouted. "Oh, Tracker, look out!"

Tracker tried to stand up, but lost his footing on the muddy grass and fell hard on his side. For the briefest moment, he saw Azrael rising above him like a dripping mountain, teeth bared and claws out. Then, he felt those claws across his back, and he was flying through the air. Something hit him, something cold. An incredible pain exploded in his leg, and then everything went black.

"Tracker!" Smurfette shrieked. "Azrael, you horrible cat! How could you! Tracker just saved your life!"

But, Azrael didn't particularly care. He was wet, disoriented and angry, and as far as he was concerned, it was the Smurfs' fault he'd ended up in the freezing river to begin with. Crouching back on his haunches, Azrael sprang at Hefty and Smurfette, hoping to catch them both with one pounce. Hefty and Smurfette dashed away in different directions. Furious, Azrael gave chase.

"Quick, Smurfette," Hefty called. "Back to the caves!"

"But, Hefty," Smurfette cried. "What about Tracker?"

"Mraaaaahhrrrr!" Azrael yowled, his claws swiping the air mere centimeters from their backs.

Smurfette leapt for the slippery stepping stones, Hefty close at her heels. Azrael hesitated at the river's edge, apparently debating if it was wise to test his luck twice in one day.

A clap of thunder ultimately made his decision for him. Glaring up at the hazy, overcast sky, Azrael growled low in his throat, then turned and loped back into the forest, his crooked tail disappearing into the underbrush just as the first, fat raindrops began to fall.

Safe in the caves once more, Smurfette and Hefty stared out at the rushing, swirling, foaming river. The summer storm had come in fast and hard. Already, a harsh and heavy rain pelted the muddy shore, essentially trapping the little Smurfs behind the waterfall.

"Hefty, I don't see Tracker anywhere," Smurfette said. "You…you don't think…"

"I don't know, Smurfette," Hefty said, his voice hoarser than usual. "I hope not."

"Oh… Oh, boo hoo!" Smurfette sobbed. "Oh, poor Tracker! Oh, Hefty, what can we do?"

A hot tear spilled from Hefty's eye, and he wiped his nose on the back of his hand.

"I don't know Smurfette," he admitted. "I'm afraid there's nothing we can do until this unsmurfy storm calls it quits."

Smurfette shivered and sobbed. Her long hair hung in wet tendrils around her face, and her white dress was splattered with mud. Hefty didn't look much better, and his teeth were starting to chatter.

"There's one thing I do know," he said. "If we stay here in the open, we'll catch our smurfs of cold. I say we move away from this freezing waterfall and see where these caves take us. If we can find enough twigs and things, we could smurf a fire and dry off."

Smurfette nodded, but she didn't move. She just stood there, her puffy eyes searching through the rain for a Smurf that wasn't there. Hefty swallowed his tears, and gently reached out to her. Smurfette leaned into his shoulder and, together, the heartbroken Smurfs shuffled deeper into the caves.

To Be Continued...

"It is easy to pretend we are strong. It is much harder to admit we are weak. A true friend, by loving every part of us, teaches us to love our weaknesses."
~Quotation from Brainy Smurf

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6. Lost and Found

"Smurfing earthworms for Farmer. Smurfing earthworms for Farmer," Clumsy sang as he dropped another wriggly pink worm into his pail. Farmer was always in need of earthworms to help aerate the soil in his fields. Since Clumsy had been planning to go rock-hunting near the river anyway, he'd volunteered to help find him some. The hammering rain had slackened to a light sprinkle, and the ground around the River Smurf was just soft enough to bring the worms to the surface.

"Smurfing earthworms for Farmer. Smurfing earthworms for Farmer. Smurfing earthworms for— Oh, uh—hey! What's that!"

Something white stuck out from a pile of sticks and leaves that had collected along a bend in the river. Curious, Clumsy dropped his pail and clambered down to the water's edge.

"Gosh, that looks like a piece of cloth. I wonder if the river ran away with some Smurf's laundry…"

He leaned over and started pulling apart the clump of debris. As the sticks began to drift away in the current, Clumsy caught a glimpse of blue, and gasped.

"Oh gosh, oh no! That's not laundry! It's Tracker Smurf!"

Clumsy splashed into the water and grabbed Tracker under the arms, pulling him to the safety of the grassy riverbank and kneeling beside him.

"Oh no…his skin's so cold… Tracker! Uh, Tracker, can you hear me? Gosh, Tracker, you gotta wake up!"

Clumsy shook the unmoving Smurf by the shoulders until his teeth rattled. Slowly, ever so slowly, Tracker's eyelids began to flutter and he gave a low moan. Clumsy breathed a sigh of relief.

"Uh, gosh. Tracker, you're alive! But…uh, if you're here, then where's Smurfette and Hefty?"

Tracker moaned again, and fell back into unconsciousness. Clumsy scrambled to his feet and looked him over. Tracker's back was badly scratched. His blue skin was pale from all the time he'd spent in the cold water, and his left leg was bent at a strange angle. Clumsy leaned over and awkwardly gathered the unconscious Smurf up in a fireman's carry, holding his arms and hefting him over his shoulder. After a few false starts, Clumsy managed to figure out how to walk and keep his balance under his heavy load.

"Now, don't you worry, Tracker," he said. "I'm takin' you straight to Papa Smurf! He'll know just what to do to smurf you back up!"


A cluster of worried Smurfs waited anxiously outside Tracker's house while Papa Smurf and Dabbler tended to the woodsmurf's wounds. The moment Papa Smurf opened the door, he was accosted with questions.

"So, uh, how is he, Papa Smurf?" Clumsy asked.

"Did Tracker say if Smurfette and Hefty are all right?"

"Is Tracker going to be OK, Papa Smurf?"

"Where are Smurfette and Hefty?"

Papa Smurf held up his hands, and the Smurfs quieted down.

"My little Smurfs," he said. "I'm afraid Tracker's wounds are very serious. His leg is broken, and the scratches on his back are very bad."

The Smurfs gasped.

"Oh, poor Tracker!"

"Did he say what happened, Papa Smurf?" Dreamy asked.

Papa Smurf shook his head. "He's still unconscious, but those scratches look very much like claw marks."

"Claw marks?"

"Oh no!"

"Could it be Azrael?"

"Oh dear," said Poet. "If Tracker was smurfed by Azrael, then Hefty and Smurfette could have been captured by Gargamel!"

Painter raised his fist. "If this is so, then we must rescue them, Papa Smurf!"

"Yeah! Just let me at 'em!" Tuffy Smurf exclaimed, unhooking his thumbs from his wide, black belt and punching the air like a boxer. "I'm not scared of Azrael! I'm not scared of anything!"

"Now, now, don't be hasty, my little Smurfs," Papa Smurf said. "We are all worried about Smurfette and Hefty, but we can't go smurfing to conclusions." He sighed and brought a hand to his temple. "I'm just glad I was able to contact Lyssandra. Fortunately, she was able to meet up with Brainy at Paradise Falls before all this happened, but for that very reason, she couldn't offer any clues as to what smurfed on after they left. All we know is that, wherever this attack took place, it can't have been too far from the river."

"Uh, Papa Smurf," Tailor said. "Tracker is our best woodsmurf. How are we going to retrace his steps and smurf for clues without his help?"

"That is a good question, Tailor. Nat!" Papa Smurf called out. A half-grown Smurfling with a big straw hat and bare feet ran out of the crowd.

"Yes, Papa Smurf?"

"Nat, I'm going to need your help if we're to find Hefty and Smurfette. We'll smurf into two search parties. Tailor, Painter, and Poet will go to Gargamel's to see if our missing Smurfs are there."

"Yes, Papa Smurf."

"Oui, Papa Smurf!"

"Nat and Tuffy, you will come with me to Paradise Falls, where we will try to retrace Tracker's steps. Our two parties will meet back up at the Great Oak in one hour. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Papa Smurf!" the Smurfs chorused.

"Very well, then," Papa Smurf said, and scanned his eyes over the gathered Smurfs. "With Brainy gone, I will rely on you, Dreamy, to keep an eye on things here. If Smurfette and Hefty show up while we're away, make sure they stay in the Village."

Dreamy snapped a sharp salute. "Aye aye, Papa Smurf!"

"Uh, what about me, Papa Smurf?" Clumsy asked. "I wanna help too!"

"Clumsy…" Papa Smurf seemed to think. "You can help by keeping an eye on Baby."

Clumsy straightened. "I won't let you down, Papa Smurf!"

"Does every Smurf understand what's expected?"

"Yes, Papa Smurf!" the Smurfs assured him.

"Then, let's get smurfing!"


"Oh, Hefty, I'm so cold!"

"Me too, Smurfette," Hefty said, rubbing his arms in an attempt to warm up. "Who knew these caves were so huge?"

"And dark." Smurfette shivered. "Oh, I don't like it here. Not at all. We've smurfed such a long way…I can't even hear the waterfall anymore!"

"Don't worry, Smurfette," Hefty said. "You're with me. I won't let anything bad happen to you."

"Like you didn't let anything happen to Tracker?" Smurfette muttered.

Hefty took a step back, as if he'd been hit. Smurfette brought her hand to her mouth.

"Oh, Hefty! Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean that. It's just…I'm so frightened! What if we can't find our way out of these caves? And, what did happen to Tracker? If he…"

"Try not to think about it, Smurfette," Hefty said. "It's not like we can do anything for him in here. We can only hope he made it safely back home to the Village."

Smurfette sniffled and nodded, moving closer to Hefty. He put an arm around her shoulders and, together, they kept walking through the cold, dark tunnels. After a few meters, Smurfette raised her head and ran forward.

"Hefty!" she exclaimed. "Hefty, over here! I think I smurf daylight!"

"I think you're right, Smurfette!" Hefty said. Taking her hand, Hefty ran with Smurfette toward the warm and welcoming light. They burst out of the caves into a small, grassy valley overlooking the distant fields and spires of a large, human town.

"Where are we?" Smurfette said. "I don't recognize this place!"

"Neither do I," Hefty said. "But, I'll bet if we go down to that town, we'll be able to smurf where we are in no time. Once we know which kingdom we've smurfed to, it'll be an easy thing to smurf a friendly bird to smurf us back home."

"But, it's so far… And I'm so tired…" Smurfette sighed.

"Well, we don't have to smurf there right away," Hefty said. "Let's build a smurfy fire, and look around for something to eat. We can smurf to the human town when we're rested."

Smurfette nodded, and straightened her shoulders. "I think I see some berries on that bush down there. And there's a little stream! I can make us some smurfy cups out of this grass, and then I can use my hat to collect those berries."

"Sounds like a plan. I'll get smurfing on that fire," Hefty said, and the two of them got to work at once, preferring to be busy than to let their worries and fears take over.

To Be Continued…
[Smurfette] [Happy Smurf]

"It is easy to pretend we are strong. It is much harder to admit we are weak. A true friend, by loving every part of us, teaches us to love our weaknesses."
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Hi again! I hope you like this next chapter!

7. Trials and Transformations

"There's no sign of them over here, Papa Smurf," Nat Smurfling called. He had to shout to be heard over the roar of the swollen rapids. "The rain seems to have washed away all their footprints!"

"Then, how do you know they were even here at all?" Tuffy challenged.

"Mother Squirrel told me she saw a cat running from this direction just before the rain got bad," Nat said. "We know that Tracker was smurfed by a cat near the river. It makes sense that this would be the place where it happened."

"Yeah, maybe," Tuffy said. "But that still doesn't explain what happened to Hefty and Smurfette."

Papa Smurf climbed down from the cave entrance behind the waterfall, his beard and hat sprinkled with water droplets. Tuffy and Nat hurried to lend him a hand as he hopped from the slippery stepping stones to the muddy river bank.

"Did you find anything in there, Papa Smurf?" Nat asked anxiously.

"Not a thing," Papa Smurf said, and sighed. "But, that system of caves back there smurfs on for miles. If Smurfette and Hefty did go that way, there's no telling where they might come out."

"If they come out," Tuffy said. "Who's to say they're not trapped in there, lost or-"

"Knock it off, Tuffy," Nat said. "Can't you see Papa Smurf's upset enough already?"

Papa Smurf hung his head, as dejected as the two young Smurfs had ever seen him. Tuffy hooked his thumbs in his belt and lowered his eyes.

"Aw, I'm sorry, Papa Smurf," he said. "It's just, I can't stand all this not knowing! I need something real, something I can smurf with the old one-two!" He punched the air like a boxer.

Papa Smurf nodded. "I know, Tuffy, I know. We'd all like some real answers. Unfortunately, we're not going to learn much more by smurfing around here. Let's join the others by the Great Oak. If they, too, have nothing to report, our next step will be to enlist the aid of Feathers."

"That's a smurfy idea, Papa Smurf," Nat said. "Feathers could fly the whole length of those caves. If Smurfette and Hefty did make it out, we might be able to smurf them from the air!"


"Papa Smurf! Papa Smurf!"

Tailor, Painter, and Poet ran out from behind the Great Oak as Papa Smurf approached with Tuffy and Nat.

"My little Smurfs!" Papa Smurf greeted them.

"We found nothing at Gargamel's, Papa Smurf," Painter reported. "Monsieur Gargamel, he was leaving his 'ome when we got there!"

"We think he went to the marketplace, Papa Smurf," Poet said. "I overheard him telling Azrael he needed a new pair of shoes. But, Hefty and Smurfette weren't with him, and his house was as cold and bare as a cave."

"Did you find anything, Papa Smurf?" Tailor asked.

"I'm afraid the rain washed away any evidence of what happened by the river," Papa Smurf reported sadly. "But, Smurfette and Hefty may have taken shelter in a system of caves nearby. Tomorrow morning, I intend to take Feathers and smurf the full length of those caves. We can only hope they'll be able to make it out safely, and smurf us some sign of where they've gone."


Miranda Lott peered at the bustling market place through the flap of her tent.

"No one's coming, Simon," she said. "They never come in after the first day or so."

Her partner, a tall, gangly young man with a large beak of a nose, looked up from the large, wicker cage, where he'd been teasing a trio of rabbits. He wore the pointed hat and blue robes of a sorcerer, but they hung awkwardly on his lanky frame, as if they'd been tailored for someone else.

"Oh, they'll come," he said, petting one of the rabbits with his long finger. The rabbit made a soft noise, almost like a duck's quack. "Just give 'em some time."

Miranda turned on him, her colorful skirts swirling around her ankles. "I gave them some time, Simon. I gave them two weeks already! If we don't get some business soon, we're going to have to move on again, with nothing. No money, no food. Nothing!"

"Well, what do you want me to do?" Simon asked.

"Perform a spell, maybe? That's what I hired you for, isn't it? To perform a spell or two, to dazzle the crowds with your card tricks, to draw them in to marvel at our displays? But no. I'm promised a top-rate magician and I get an incompetent fraud. Story of my life!"

"Hey, don't blame me," Simon said in his bland, even monotone. That was one thing that truly infuriated Miranda. Nothing seemed to bother Simon, to get under his skin. He was always the same, and he never seemed to really care about anything—even his magic.

"I drew some crowds that first day," he said, sinking onto a rough, wooden chair. "It's the displays. No one pays to see pickled rooster eggs and quacking rabbits nowadays. They want something stranger, something more exciting."

"Yeah, and you would know all about exciting." Miranda rolled her dark eyes. "You're right, though. We need something different, unique. Something to capture the awe and imagination of our viewing public! But, what?"

Simon shrugged. "I don't know."

"Then think!" Miranda snapped. "Better yet, go out there and think—and while you're at it, go fetch us some supplies!"

The curly-haired young woman tipped his chair until he was forced to stand up, then pressed two copper coins into his palm. "This is the last of our savings. Don't waste it. Find us some cheap, filling food that will last. Understand me, Simon?"

"Sure, Miranda," the slouching sorcerer said, and ducked out of the tent to join the shouting, laughing, busy crowds.

"Idiot," Miranda grumbled, and plunked herself down in the chair.

"Quack!" said the rabbits. "Quack, quack!"

Miranda buried her face in her hands and sighed.


"Oh, my-Hefty, have you ever smurfed anything like this place?" Smurfette asked.

"Well, I've been to human villages before, but never one so big. Or so crowded!" Hefty said, pulling Smurfette behind a fruit basket to avoid getting stepped on by a quartet of chatting women. "Hey, watch where you're smurfin'!" he called out, but his little voice was swallowed by the noisy crowds.

"Strawberries! Fresh strawberries! A penny a pint!" the fruit seller shouted out above them.

"Get your fresh fish! Straight off the boat this mornin'! Fresh fish here!"

"Gingerbread, cookies and sweets! Get your gingerbread, cookies and sweets!"

"My goodness!" Smurfette exclaimed. "Everyone's so busy! How are we ever going to find out where we are?"

"I don't think we're going to find out anything smurfing around here. Let's see if we can smurf someplace quieter," Hefty said.

The two Smurfs walked quickly, doing their best to keep close to the buildings, behind the bustling stalls and out from underfoot. Tantalizing smells drifted down to them from the many food carts and inns that lined the broad, cobblestone street. They passed stacks of colorful fabrics and handmade toys, barrels of pickled vegetables and salted fish. There was so much to see and smell and hear, the little Smurfs felt quite overwhelmed.

"Hey, look at that colorful tent up ahead," Hefty said. "I wonder what it's for."

"There's a banner...I can't quite make it out from here..." Smurfette crept cautiously further out into the street. "OH!"

"Smurfette!" Hefty cried, but as he ran toward her, he found it became harder and harder to move, until he stood frozen like a statue in the middle of the street. A dark shadow fell over him, and a large hand swept him high into the air.

"Well, this is interesting," said the hand's owner - a tall, gangly human in a worn, blue sorcerer's hat. "Two tiny blue people! You know, you little creatures could be just the thing Miranda and I have been looking for!"

It took only a few ground-eating strides for the tall human to reach the colorful tent and duck inside. A short young woman with dark, curly hair stood up as he entered.

"Well, Simon?" she demanded.

"Just a second, Miranda," he said. "Before you start, I want you to look at this."

He held out his hands to reveal Hefty and Smurfette. "I found them in the marketplace. What do you think?"

"Oh, Simon," the girl groaned. "Don't tell me you spent our last two coppers on these things. What are they, anyway? Dolls? Puppets?"

"Neither," Simon told her. "They're alive. And I didn't spend anything on them. I just found them, outside."

"Wait-" Miranda squinted. "What do you mean, alive?"

"I mean alive. As in, living creatures. I just froze them a little so I could catch them. The spell will wear off soon. Here, watch."

Simon placed the two frozen Smurfs in a deep wicker cage and snapped a heavy lock over the door latch. A few seconds later, Hefty found he could wiggle his fingers, then move his jaw.

Miranda gasped. "They moved!"

"Of course they moved," Simon said. "I told you they were alive."

"Simon, this is incredible! Little blue people. And they're alive! We can teach them tricks, make up a whole routine! People would come for miles to see something like that!"

"Oh no they won't!" Smurfette shouted. "We won't perform for you or for anyone else, so you might as well just let us go, right now!"

Miranda gave a little jump. "Gosh-Simon, they talk! This is even better than I hoped!"

"Yeah, we talk," Hefty said. "And we don't like being locked up!"

"If you don't let us go, Papa Smurf's going to come looking for us," Smurfette said. "We've already been gone so long, he's probably worried sick about us!"

Miranda looked at Simon, who thoughtfully rubbed his pointed chin.

"I think I can do something about that," he said after a moment. "Let me check my spell book."

"You don't need a spell book!" Hefty shouted. "Just undo the lock!"

But the humans didn't seem to be listening. They leaned over Simon's book, tracing their fingers over the various spells and incantations until they found the one they were looking for.

"Yeah, I could do that spell," Simon said, "but we don't have all the ingredients."

"So?" Miranda said. "You're a performer. Improvise!"

Simon shrugged, and started pulling a collection of small vials and bottles out of a sack and arranging them on the rough table that held the rabbit hutch. With a careless flick of his wrist, he dumped their contents into a wooden bowl, then gave the mixture a quick stir with his finger.

"Yep," he said, "that ought to do it."

"Ought to do what?" Hefty demanded.

"Oh... Oh dear... What are you going to do with that?" Smurfette asked nervously.

"Well, here's the thing," Simon said, sprinkling the glittering powder over their heads. "We need a new act for our show, or we're both going to starve. You two are going to be that new act. And this spell will make sure of it. Pallakallazooph!"

There was a puff of blueish smoke. When it cleared, two small, blue-gray monkeys stood where the two Smurfs had been.

"Monkeys?" Miranda wrinkled her nose. "They were supposed to be miniature horses!"

Simon shrugged. "You said to improvise. I did the best I could with what I had. Just be happy it worked."

"Hm... I guess blue monkeys aren't too bad," Miranda said. "Actually, they're kind of exotic, aren't they. And, at least, now, if someone does come looking for them, they won't find them. You hear that, little ones?" she said, crouching down to their eye level. "There's no rescue coming. You're ours now. And we're going to make you the biggest stars this lousy kingdom's ever seen!"

Hefty looked at Smurfette. Her wide, blue eyes were shiny with tears. Unable to speak, he held out a hand to her. She took it, and squeezed. They'd find a way out of this. Somehow...

To be continued...
[Eek!] [Smurfette]

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~Quotation from Brainy Smurf

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Oh my... Poor Tracker! And Hefty and Smurfette too! [Eek!]
This is getting better and better! Smurfy and brilliant job, Rowena! [Big Grin]

Keep on always smurfin'!!

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blue monkeys! :-D
this is great, Rowena!

we're all someone's little fangirl.

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Thank you, guys. [Happy Smurf]

8: Broken Promises

"So, Brainy Smurf," Lyssandra said. "What did you do that made your Papa Smurf so upset...and sent you out into the forest, alone?"

Brainy blinked up at her, caught off guard by the question.

It had been more than a month since he'd arrived at Lyssandra's home under the overgrown amphitheater and, in all that time, the elvish sorceress had never mentioned the circumstances that had brought Brainy to live with her.

Brainy took a sip of his breakfast tea to hide a flush of embarrassment.

"Uh, why...why are you asking about that now?"

"Because I've been thinking," Lyssandra said in that vague way she had, her face turned toward Brainy, but her sliver-pale eyes aimed elsewhere. "And I think you're ready for a new assignment."

Brainy perked up at once. "You mean, you're going to let me smurf a spell? Even after what happened last time, with the hydrosmurfic acid?"

Lyssandra's thin lips stretched into a small smile.

"What happened in Papa Smurf's lab, Brainy?"

Brainy averted his eyes from her pale stare.

"I...well..." he said. "Papa Smurf was smurfing a new batch of his special growth formula, and I thought if two drops of lava juice helped seeds to sprout quickly, then twelve drops would certainly make the process even quicker! Unfortunately, the mixture destabilized and...boom!" He lifted his arms to illustrate the explosion.

Lyssandra raised an eyebrow.

"Tell me, Brainy," she said. "What is lava juice?"


"What is it?" Lyssandra repeated. "Where does it come from? How is it made? How does it react in an experiment, and why?"

Brainy looked a little helpless. "Well, I..."

"A good wizard understands his ingredients, Brainy Smurf," Lyssandra said. "Inside and out. He knows where they come from, how to prepare them, and the proper proportions to use in every spell. Even when he experiments, there is rarely any true guesswork involved. He uses a deep knowledge of magical properties and chemical interactions to test theories and answer questions. But, this knowledge does not come overnight. It must be learned gradually, step by step, starting with the raw basics.

"Brainy," she said, as serious as the young Smurf had ever seen her, "you must be very honest with me now. Are you willing to go back to the basics, even if it means reviewing information you think you already know? This means no shortcuts. Nothing like you tried in Papa Smurf's lab, or in mine. Everything must be done step by step, and each step must be duly recorded."

"Oh, I think I know better than to smurf shortcuts, Lyssandra" Brainy said.

"Really?" Lyssandra said.

Brainy opened his mouth. Then he met her eyes, and any shade of pomposity faded.

"When that hydrosmurfic acid destroyed my glasses, I was terrified you would throw me out, just like Papa Smurf did when I blew up his lab," he said, speaking with painful honesty. "After all, what use could a blind assistant possibly be to a sorceress as powerful as you? But you showed me I could still smurf my chores. Even if I couldn't see what I was smurfing with my eyes, I still had my hands, and my ears. All it took was a little time and patience to learn how to use them.

"Trust me, Lyssandra," he said, a little of his usual pretension trickling back into his voice. "If I could learn to make my bed and brew tea and bake cookies, and even read that special raised writing you showed me without my glasses, I can certainly learn to follow a spell step by step, even if I do know how it's supposed to smurf out in the end. I'm just grateful you were able to find a way to repair my glasses! After three weeks of near-total blindness, I can't begin to tell you what a relief it was to-"

"Yes, all right, Brainy!" Lyssandra interrupted. "I'll agree that you've come a long way these past weeks. It is a humbling thing to confront a handicap head-on. It can fill you with anger, frustration, even despair. But, under the circumstances, I must admit you handled yourself surprisingly well."

Brainy's chest puffed out with self-satisfaction.

"Well, this wasn't the first time I was forced to smurf around without my glasses, you know," he said. "Some years ago, when I was much younger, I accidentally lost my glasses in the cave of the Dark-Ness Monster, and Papa Smurf had to-"

Lyssandra closed her eyes and brought a hand to her temple.

"Brainy," she said. "Are you finished with the breakfast muffins?"

"What? Oh, yes. Thank you," Brainy said politely.

"Then, would you please clear away the dishes? I'll be waiting in my lab when you're finished."

"Certainly, Lyssandra!" Brainy said, already setting to work.

Lyssandra rose gracefully and left the table, tapping her stick ahead of her as she made her way to the door.


Clumsy Smurf tumbled off Feathers' warm back and looked around.

"Gosh," he said, staring at the ancient, mossy ruin. "This place sure is big!"

"That it is, little Smurf."

Clumsy jumped at the unexpected voice.

"Uh...who's there?"

"You have come to see Brainy Smurf?"

"Uh, yep," Clumsy said. "Where are you? I-I don't see anyone here!"

There was a low, creaking sound and an opening appeared at the base of one of the gnarled trees in front of him.

"Come inside," the voice instructed. "I'll tell Brainy Smurf he has a visitor."

Clumsy started to move forward, then he paused.

"Well, uh," he said, "Papa Smurf always says we're not supposed to talk to strangers, or strange voices, and..."

There was a glimmer of light, and a slender elf materialized in front of him. Her hair was silver, like the moon, and her cloak shimmered darkly.

"Gosh," Clumsy said. "Are you Lyssandra?"

"I am," the sorceress said. "What is your name?"

"I'm Clumsy! Clumsy Smurf," Clumsy said. "Brainy's my best friend."

Lyssandra smiled.

"Well then, Clumsy Smurf," she said. "Now that we're no longer strangers, would you care to follow me to my home? I've just set Brainy an assignment, but I'm sure he'll be happy to spend some time with you."

Clumsy chuckled. "Uh, yeah. Sure!"

"It's this way," Lyssandra said, and glided ahead of him, her stick tapping lightly from root to root as, together, they made their way down the curving stairs to Lyssandra's subterranean home.

When they reached the end of a long corridor, Lyssandra used her stick to rap twice on a tall, wooden door, then opened it and swept inside.

"Brainy," she said. "A friend has come to see you."

Brainy's head poked up from behind a stack of books and notes, and his blue face lit up with delight.

"Clumsy!" he exclaimed, hopping down from his stool and rushing to greet his friend. "What are you doing here?

"Gosh, Brainy, that's a long story," Clumsy said. "What'cha doin' in here, anyway?"

"Lyssandra gave me a spell with a missing ingredient. I have to find out what all the other ingredients do before I can identify the missing ingredient and determine how much of it I need to smurf to get the spell to smurf right."

"Wow," Clumsy said. "Sounds complicated."

"Oh, it is," Brainy said smugly. "It takes an enormous amount of intelligence, patience and hard work to smurf a problem like this. But I, Brainy Smurf, am more than equal to the task. Isn't that right, Lyssandra?"

"We'll see," Lyssandra said, and winked at Clumsy. "Brainy, why don't you take your friend to the parlor? I'll be in the library if you need me."

"Yes, Lyssandra," Brainy said. "Come on, Clumsy. I'll show you around!"


"So, how is everysmurf!" Brainy gushed eagerly once he and Clumsy had settled into the parlor with a plate of cookies and a jug of milk. "I'm sure it's been just terrible for them all, struggling to smurf along without me there to help and advise them. I can't even tell you how lonely I've been. Lyssandra's lab is truly amazing, but this place is so isolated. It's just me and Lyssandra, and no one else around for miles and miles. Lyssandra seems to like it but sometimes, Clumsy, I think I'll go smurfy without somesmurf to talk to!"

"Gosh, Brainy," Clumsy said. "If I'd known you felt that way, I'd have tried to smurf here sooner. Back at the Village, everysmurf thinks you're havin' a smurfy time!"

"Well, don't get me wrong, Clumsy," Brainy said. "I know this is the opportunity of a lifetime! But, I'm not cut out for this hermetic life, so far removed from civilization. I need company, Clumsy. Someone to talk to, to share ideas with... Someone I can be silly with. Someone, you. I...I've missed you, Clumsy."

"Aw, Brainy. I've missed you, too," Clumsy said with a grin.

"So, why did you come here, Clumsy?" Brainy asked. "Was it just to visit me?"

Clumsy's smile faded.

"Uh, not really, Brainy," Clumsy said. "See, you're not the only Smurf that's been gone these past couple of months. Hefty and Smurfette have been gone too. Only, we don't know where they are!"


Brainy leaned forward in his chair, his glasses magnifying his worried eyes.

"What do you mean, Clumsy? What's happened?"

Clumsy squirmed a little.

"Well, see, uh... The thing is, Brainy, when you ran away that day, Hefty, Smurfette, and Tracker followed to make sure you were safe. Only, after you went off with Lyssandra, somethin' happened to them. Somethin' terrible!"

"What? What happened?"

"They were smurfed by Azrael!" Clumsy told him. "Tracker got a broken leg an' fell in the river. He's OK now. But, Hefty and Smurfette smurfed into some caves and they must have got lost because no Smurf has seen or heard from them since!"

"No... Oh, no..."

"Papa Smurf's been goin' out on Feathers every day searching for them," Clumsy said. "Every day he comes back sadder an' sadder."

"But...but I've talked with Papa Smurf!" Brainy said. "We've used Lyssandra's magic mirror lots of times. Why didn't he tell me!"

"I guess because it's so important to him for you to finish your training with Lyssandra. He said a half-trained wizard's more dangerous than one with no training at all. He made us all promise not to tell you so you wouldn't go runnin' off to try searchin' for them. I sorta broke that promise comin' here. But Tracker and I both agreed, it's only right for you to know. So, I took Feathers and here I am!"

"I don't understand, Clumsy," Brainy squeaked in a small voice. "Why would Papa Smurf say something like that? Doesn't he trust me?"

"Uh, sure he does, Brainy," Clumsy said. "He just wants you to keep your promise to Lyssandra."

Brainy shook his head, his shoulders sagging.

"Oh, Clumsy! This is all my fault!" he said. "Hefty and Smurfette wouldn't be missing if I hadn't been so impatient that day. If I hadn't wrecked Papa Smurf's spell and run away like a guilty Smurfling, they'd be safe in the Village right now! Oh, you all must hate me!"

"No Smurf blames you, Brainy," Clumsy assured him. "We all think it's a good thing that you get to be Lyssandra's apprentice. It's not your fault this happened. If anything, it's Azrael's!"

"You can tell yourself that, Clumsy, but Azrael couldn't have smurfed them if I didn't run away first."

Brainy jumped to his feet and started to pace.

"Clumsy," he said. "I want you to come with me. You and Tracker, both. If we smurf together, we can find them in no time, I just know it!"

"But...but Brainy! You can't just leave... What about your promise to Lyssandra?"

Brainy pressed his lips together and tapped them with his fist.

"I did promise I would see this through..." he said. "And Papa Smurf always says it's wrong to break a promise. But, when I accepted this apprenticeship, Lyssandra told me I was free to leave at any time."


"Clumsy, trust me," Brainy said. "Once Hefty and Smurfette are safely back in the Village, I'll come back here and finish my apprenticeship. I know Lyssandra will understand."

"You really think so, Brainy?" Clumsy asked.

"Of course I-"


The two Smurfs looked up to see Lyssandra standing in the doorway.

"Did I hear you say you intend to break our agreement?"

"No, no, Lyssandra, I didn't mean it like that," Brainy said. "But, our friends are in trouble, and I have to help find them."

"It is extremely rare for an apprentice to return once the contract has been broken," she said, her voice strangely flat. "There is always another crisis, another problem to get in the way..."

"But I will come back!" Brainy said. "You know I will! It's just, right now-"

"There is only 'right now'. 'Later' is an illusion. Tomorrow never comes."


The sorceress shook her head sadly.

"You were a promising student, Brainy. I had hoped... But, if you must go, I understand. Just know this. If you leave now, before your training is complete, you will never become a true wizard in your own right. The choice is yours."

Brainy swallowed, his blue face pale and pinched. To Clumsy, it seemed as if something tore inside him, something deep and important. Slowly, Brainy raised his eyes and straightened his shoulders.

"I'm sorry, Lyssandra," he said. "But I have to go."

Lyssandra nodded.

"Then I will offer you what assistance I can," she said. "Follow me."

To be continued...
[Cool] [Happy Smurf]

"It is easy to pretend we are strong. It is much harder to admit we are weak. A true friend, by loving every part of us, teaches us to love our weaknesses."
~Quotation from Brainy Smurf

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Ah, such a dilemma for Brainy Smurf! But I'm sure he did the right choice. Brilliant chapter, Rowena!! [Graduate Smurf]

Keep on always smurfin'!!

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