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Topic: "How Things Smurf" - A new Smurf fic...
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Vega
Super Smurf
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posted 07-23-2007 06:29 AM
This pic looks adorable. I like it very much ![[Smile]](smile.gif)
Posts: 483 | From: Poland | Registered: Mar 2006
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Amtrak Smurf
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posted 07-23-2007 06:47 AM
It is indeed cute, but I like your sketches better, Raven Child. No offense, Tabby Tadavi. ![[Happy Smurf]](graemlins/Happy_Smurf.gif)
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The destination of this train is: Smurf Village
Posts: 600 | From: Milton, MA/Chile | Registered: Apr 2007
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Smurfy1For2
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posted 07-23-2007 07:32 AM
Tabby Tadavi is really an inspired artist, Raven Child. She gets the spirit of your story, you know?? Love it so much! ![[Big Grin]](biggrin.gif)
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u wished u rocked as i
Posts: 1971 | From: Fairfield, VA | Registered: Nov 2005
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Raven Child
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posted 07-23-2007 07:30 PM
Vega - I'm glad you liked it... I really like it too.
amtraksmurf - Like everyone, we all have our own unique style to present our artwork. Tabby has hers and I have mine. I personally like how she does her colors, but thank you all the same for complementing my style. ![[Wink]](wink.gif)
Smurfy1For2 - She is at that and she does a wonderful job not only in beta-reading my fic, but also is very talented with the images she sometimes adds (when she has the time).
I'll try adding more images soon...
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Amtrak Smurf
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posted 03-03-2008 08:55 AM
I know you´ve been busy and still going to school. But R. C., r u done with Ch. 19.? It´s awfully been a long time, isn´t it. ![[Confused]](confused.gif) ![[Frown]](frown.gif)
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Posts: 600 | From: Milton, MA/Chile | Registered: Apr 2007
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Raven Child
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posted 03-31-2008 12:33 AM
FINALLY! Chapter 19 and 20 are done and "How Things Smurf" is completed.
I'd love to hear from you all in what you think:
And a special thanks goes out to Tabby Tadavi for her help in beta-reading this story and for some of her skills as an artist with the fanart!
Stay Creative.
Chapter 19: The City Sights
The next morning, after breakfast, the smurfs manage to get the noisy, restless smurflings dressed and fed. As Snappy, Sassette, Nat, and Slouchy expertly shepherd the chattering smurflings outside for their morning playtime, Brainy, Brainette, Sorcerer, and Sorcerette start the task of preparing Hefty and Toughette for their tour into the city. Right now, Hefty is in a dressing room holding up one shiny boot and looking rather doubtfully at it. Sighing, he proceeds to pull it over his large foot. It was a somewhat tight fit but not uncomfortably so.
"Are you sure putting on this crazy monkey suit is necessary?" Hefty complains loudly, struggling mightily to push his foot into the footgear.
Brainy's voice can be heard speaking through the closed door in the dressing room. "Trust me, Hefty. You will be safer wearing that outfit!" The elderly smurf answers in a serious, nonsense voice.
Once he is done dressing up, Hefty opens the door and steps out to present himself in his new outfit. Brainy steps back to appraise him gravely. From head to toe Hefty is clad in a black fake leather pants, jacket, and boots. Instead of a regular white smurf hat, he is holding a black smurf-sized helmet with one hand. "Remind me again, why you aren't coming on this trip?" The brawny smurf wonders. Brainy looks over his brother and smiles approvingly.
"Because I've already had my share of adventures in the big city, and now it's your turn. Besides, you fit in that outfit better then I can." Brainy chuckled over his own humor.
"What's so funny?" Hefty growls. It always annoys him whenever his intelligent brother tries to sound clever. Just then Sorcerer steps out of the second changing room. He takes one look at Hefty and breaks out in a huge grin.
"Hey, you look cool in that biker outfit, Hefty!" Sorcerer declares happily. He is also wearing the same black biker outfit himself. "You looking forward to this trip, eh?"
The muscular smurf glances at the younger smurf and shrugs. "Er, sure."
"Awesome! Lay me some skin brother!" Sorcerer crows, holding his hand up in the air.
"Excuse me?" Hefty raises his eyebrows and looks at Sorcerer with a dumbfounded look.
Brainy sighs. "Just put your hand out like this, Hefty." He instructs, demonstrating a gesture by holding out his hand, palm up. With some hesitation Hefty mimics Brainy's hand position.
"Alright!" Sorcerer shouts and slapped his hand down hard onto Hefty's.
"I don't believe it. He hit me!" Hefty cries out, completely shocked beyond belief that not only another smurf had purposely hit him, but Brainy just stand there and allows it to happen!
"Relax, Hefty. This is just a new way of showing one's excitement." The red-capped elder explains patiently. "Come on, let's get going. We need to meet up with the Smurfettes up at the garage."
"Alright! Let the tour begin. OW!" Sorcerer Smurf crows, dancing around in a cocky way.
Hefty cringes and turns around towards the young smurf. "What is wrong with you? Are you in pain?" He asks anxiously.
"Oh so naive… Don't worry, Hefty!" Sorcerer winks confidently and throws his arm over the strong smurf's shoulder. "I'll mold you into a modern smurf, yet!"
Brainy stops abruptly and spins around to face the younger smurfs. Scowling, he raises his cane and shakes it at Sorcerer.
"No! There will be no molding of any kind. You will show Hefty and Toughette the town and all that they need to know in how to avoid the dangers! And that is it!" He scolds sternly.
"Ok, fine…" The young magical smurf holds up his hands as though to ward off Brainy's anger. He glances at Hefty with a sheepish grin. Hefty shakes his head and rolls his eyes skyward. A little subdued now, they quietly follow the grumbling red-capped smurf down the hallway.
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Soon the smurfs arrive at the garage where the smurfettes are preparing two smurf-sizes motorcycles for transportation. Toughette is standing off to one side, watching idly while Sorcerette and Brainette fuss around the motorcycles, checking the engines and so forth.
Hefty stops abruptly; the first thing he notices about his girlfriend is that she too wears dark, close-fitting biker outfit - black imitation leather coat, pants, boots and all. She is also holding a black smurf hat-shaped helmet against her hip under her arm. Her appearance is so breathtaking that Hefty can't help it but lets out a little whistle in sheer admiration, and it catches Toughette's attention.
Noticing Toughette looking straight at him, Hefty moves closer to her. "You know," He begins, "I just can't get over some of the outfits smurfs wear in this strange new world," Then he grins widely and continues in an obviously flirtatious manner, "and how smurfy you seem to look in them!"
Toughette shakes her head and smirks. "You're hopeless, you know that, right?" She teases.
"Ok, the bikes are ready to Rock and Roll, smurfs!" Sorcerette announces cheerfully, putting on her own helmet.
"Awesome!" Sorcerer Smurf hoots. He too places his matching helmet eagerly on his head.
Hefty and Toughette watch in a perplexed manner as the young smurfs hop on these strange metal objects on two wheels. This is yet something new that they would most likely have to get use to. Confused, Hefty turns to his elder brother. "Brainy, what are these things?"
"They are called motorcycles." Brainy answers, shaking his head in exasperation. "They are noisy instruments of transportation. I don't even know why I agreed to let Sorcerette and Sorcerer Smurf take you on these things."
"Would you relax, Elder…?" Sorcerer groans, rolling his eyes skyward. He gets off his bike and walks over to Hefty with a smirk across his face. "Ok Hefty, time to put on that helmet."
"The what…?" The brawny smurf looks at him in confusion.
Sorcerer reaches over and takes the black smurf-sized helmet out from Hefty's hand. "This thing, remember?"
"Oh," Hefty lowers his head, looking slightly embarrassed.
As Sorcerer helps Hefty adjust his helmet on his head, Sorcerette likewise assists Toughette with hers.
"Looking good, Toughette…" Sorcerette chirps supportively, sticking her thumb up.
"Yeah, sure…what ever you say…" Toughette grumbles, patting her new headgear skeptically.
"Ok, let's get going then." The magical smurfette chimes as she hops back on her bike. "Come on Toughette, you sit here," she adds, patting on the empty seat behind her.
The tough smurfette hesitates for a moment, then walks bravely over to her and straddles the seat behind Sorcerette.
"You too Hefty, come on." Sorcerer Smurf also takes his place on his motorcycle and beckons the strong smurf to join him.
"Be sure and hang on real tight, Hefty." Sorcerer instructs. Hefty does what he is told and wraps his arms all the way around the young smurf's chest tightly, not realizing that because of his strength, he is putting a lot of pressure on the young magical smurf. Sorcerer Smurf chokes when Hefty nearly crushed his ribs. "Arg! Too tight, Hefty! …Can't breathe…!" He cries betweens gasps.
Hefty flinches. "Sorry!" He apologizes and quickly loosens his grip.
Recovering quickly, Sorcerer let out a wry chuckle. "That's ok…for a second I forgot I am a big fan of breathing." He jokes good-naturedly.
Brainy clears his throat loudly to get their attention. "Now, I don't want you two going too fast!" The elderly smurf warns, glaring meaningfully at Sorcerer and Sorcerette.
"Relax gramps! It's all taken care of." Sorcerer Smurf says with a sigh as he flicks the visor of his helmet down over his face.
"Are you two ready?" Sorcerette asks both Hefty and Toughette.
"No!" Toughette responds in a panicky tone.
"Good. Let's go then!" Sorcerette says with a grin as she too pulls her visor down over her face. Both she and Sorcerer Smurf rev up their engines, making loud noises that filled the entire room and drowns out any other things Brainy might have said. Then, accelerating their motorcycles forward at top speed, they race down the corridor and out of the compound before Hefty and Toughette scarcely know what is happening.
"HEY! Slow down…!" Brainy cries out after them, but by that time, they had already gone out of sight and out of earshot. The old smurf let out a loud growl in frustration. "What is wrong with young smurfs these days…" he shakes his head exasperatedly. Just then a tender blue hand reaches out and touches his shoulder. Surprised, Brainy looks around and notices Brainette gazing at him with soft, loving eyes.
"Don't worry. They'll be alright." She assures him with a smile. Brainette then put her arms around him in an embrace and kisses his cheek. "Come. Let me make you some tea."
Mulling over what she had said, Brainy smiles softly at her and nods in acknowledgement. "Yes. Some tea does sound smurfingly."
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For an hour the four young smurfs travel many miles down the mountain until they come within sight of a city where humans live. As they enters the suburbs, Hefty's and Toughette's jaws drop open and their eyes nearly pop out at the sight of towering buildings and other strange sights they have never seen before. Sorcerette and Sorcerer Smurf, much amused at their reaction, carefully guide Hefty and Toughette to some of best and safest spots, especially the beautiful parks, where the smurfs can go to enjoy without worrying about being discovered by the humans. At one moment they even stop to enjoy watching (at a safe distance) a few human children playing some games at the jungle gym. During the next hour and a half the young, modern smurfs takes their hero idols from the medieval times through other parts of the city including over the bridges towards the city center. Soon the smurfs find themselves riding through another park, but this one reminds Hefty and Toughette of the home where they used to live so long ago. At this moment, overcome with unspoken emotion, Hefty and Toughette suggest that they stop and sit on the rocky beach to take a breather.
As golden blond smurfette perch on a large rock in deep thought, she is startled to notice a group of humans jogging right by them. And they don't even notice the smurfs sitting so close to the path. It was then Toughette realizes something she hadn't noticed before. With a puzzled expression on her face, she turns to the magical youngsters.
"Look, I'm not complaining or anything," Toughette begins, "But I've just realized that ever since we entered the city, we've been passing humans, some of them up close, and they didn't even act like we were there!" She asks, shrugging her shoulders in a gesture of confusion. "How is that possible?"
Sorcerette looks at her with a smile. "You know these outfits we are wearing?"
"Yeah…" Hefty and Toughette both reply in union.
"Well," Sorcerer sits straight up and begin speaking to them, "These outfits and our bikes are specially designed with a little magic to help cloak us from being spotted by most humans."
"Most humans…?" Toughette raises her eyebrow in suspicion.
Sorcerette's head bob up and down a few times quickly. "Oh, yeah, there are a few humans we have as friends living here in the city," she answers, "Again with a little help of some magic stones we gave them our cloaking spells are instantly cancelled for them." Sorcerette finishes with a gleeful chuckle.
Hefty isn't sure he understood, but Toughette nods as though she does. "I see…" the tough smurfette turns towards her boyfriend with a knowing smirk.
"Say, it's getting to be lunch time… Are you two hungry?" Sorcerer asks, standing up.
Now Hefty smiles and pats his tummy, which is indeed growling a little. "Hey, yeah!"
Toughette jerks her thumb towards the cycles. "So where in these…motorcycles…did you pack our lunches?" She wonders out loud.
"Are you kidding?" Sorcerette gets on to her feet and states proudly, "We are in the 21st century! There are hundreds of cities like this one that have thousands of places to get different styles of food from all walks of life!"
"Come on, then!" Sorcerer cheers as he heads towards the bikes, "We'll take you to one of our favorite places. You'll love it there!"
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A back door of a Japanese restaurant swings slowly open as if by magic, and Sorcerer and Sorcerette walk right in, boldly and confidently while the more cautious Hefty and Toughette creeps in behind them. The tough, older smurfs look around in astonishment; the room is bustling with a few young cooks running around preparing misu soups and green teas. Their blue noses twitch as they catch an odd smell, which has a hint of fishiness to it. Now and then an order would come through the Japanese drape that covered the entrance to the dinning area for teriyaki chicken or udon soup. As the smurfs crane their heads curiously, they catch a quick glance at what is behind the kitchen and notice more chiefs preparing something that is rolled up with rice and seaweed. Hefty and Toughette turn to each other with a baffled expression on their faces. Is this where Sorcerette and Sorcerer Smurf have in mind on where they are going to eat lunch? They seem to be wondering.
Sorcerer's voice interrupts their thoughts. "Tadami is the head chief here. He was in a bit of a financial jam some time ago," The young smurf was saying, "Sorcerette and I decided to help him by getting Brainette to work the numbers out with his taxes. Not only that, but we also helped clean up his restaurant to make it more presentable for his customers. Since then he would treat all us smurfs as his honored guests as long as he lives!" Sorcerer finishes with his explanation and beams proudly at the still bewildered older smurfs.
Sorcerette taps Toughette and Hefty Smurf's shoulders and points up to the nearby wall. There hangs a blue stone carved in what appears to be shaped as a dragon which seems to blend in with the decor.
"See that?" Sorcerette says, "This is one of the stones we were talking about. The others are in different shapes, though." Still not quite enlightened, Hefty and Toughette simply nod their heads as though understanding what Sorcerette is telling them.
One of the chefs – an older man with greying, well-combed hair - enters the kitchen from the dining area and immediately barks commands to the other chefs in Japanese. He takes two steps forward before he notices the smurfs standing in the back entrance of the kitchen. His eyes widen and he stops abruptly. With a wide smile, he recognizes his little blue guests and bows toward them.
Sumafu, gashi!" The Japanese chef chimes happily.
"Huh?" Hefty questions, scratching the back of his head. Of all the restaurants the smurfs pass, they end up in a place where the owners doesn't speak a language they understand!
Sorcerette explains. "Sumafu, it's a Japanese word for 'Smurfs.' Neat, huh?"
"Yeah, uh…neat," Toughette chuckles nervously, studying the owner carefully and noting the different appearance of the human. He certainly does not look like anyone she was accustomed to seeing in the past!
Sorcerer steps forth and returns the bow in a dignified manner. "Tadami, gashi." Sorcerer Smurf replies politely with a smile. "How is business today?"
The sushi chef beams with pride. "Oh, we are doing good…many, many customer today!" He notices Hefty and Toughette and his face brightens, instantly assuming correctly who they may be. "Ah, these must be the sleeping smurfs you have told me so much about! Uerukamu, noble guests!" He greets the older smurfs with another deep bow.
Taken aback, Hefty blinks a bit. "Um…hi…" he says shyly, not knowing what else to say. He decides to mimic the chef by bowing, figuring this is the most respectful thing to do.
"Uh, yeah, hi…" Toughette echoes, also giving a little bow too as well.
The sushi chef nods happily, then suddenly he takes a quick, thoughtful glance around the room. He nods as though satisfied and brings his attention back to his tiny visitors. "Say, are you all hungry?"
Both Sorcerer and Sorcerette cheer at this inquiry. "Sure!"
"Excellent…!" The chef clasps his hands. "I shall make today's special for all of you then." Right away the chef spins around, claps his hands sharply once and gives a command to one of his assistants. Immediately the young man bows in acknowledgement and runs off to the other end of the kitchen. The sushi chef then turns to the table and begins chopping raw fish and rolling them up with seaweed and rice.
Sorcerer notices the squeamish looks on Hefty's and Toughette's faces, and laughs. "Oh, you're going to love it!" He says, elbowing Hefty's ribs playfully. He adds with a wink, "Trust us, it'll be better if we tell you after you try it first, though."
Within moments the assistant chef returns with four bowls of misu soup. "Follow me," He instructs and goes into a small, private room to his right. There he places them on a low table, which has a smaller table and four chairs standing in the middle of the smooth wooden surface. As the smurfs come into the room, the young man turns around and kneels in front of them.
"Come, honored guests, you must take your proper place in order to enjoy your meal," He gently insists, reaching for them.
The four smurfs step carefully onto the palms of their host's assistant. As soon as they are set down gently upon the table, Sorcerette and Sorcerer Smurf promptly use their magic to shrink the bowls to smurf size and, with a wave of a hand, cause them to float gingerly onto the smaller table.
Now that they have the first portion of the meal set down, Sorcerette and Sorcerer Smurf beckon the tough smurfs from the Old Village to sit and join them. Nervous and uncertain, Hefty and Toughette stares apprehensively at the strange dishes in front of them. Seeing their expressions Sorcerette is unable to hold back a snicker.
"Would you two relax?" She grins with amusement, "Just try it…I'm certain you will like it."
With a sceptical glance at the bowl, Hefty points at it and demands, "What is it?"
This time Sorcerer Smurf let out a chuckle and a loud snort. "It's called Misu Soup. Trust us, it's good. You eat it…like this," To demonstrate the procedure on how to consume it, the young smurf picks up his bowl. Bringing it to his lips, Sorcerer takes a sip, put the bowl down and makes a satisfied grin. "Ah, now that is good stuff."
"You can even use these things that are called 'chop sticks' to stir up the soup before eating it." Sorcerette suggested, holding up two small pointy sticks in her right hand. She demonstrates by swirling them in her soup. Thus done, she picks up the bowl and drinks the contents the same way Sorcerer did. "Mmmm…" the multi-coloured hair smurfette purrs, lowering her bowl after a moment.
Still unsure, Hefty turns to his golden-haired mate. She too seems sceptical about the meal they are about to eat. Finally, she gives a nonchalant shrug and bravely picks up the bowl. Carefully she takes a small sip from it. After a moment she pulls the bowl away from her face and pauses for a moment as her taste-buds reacts to the flavour washing over her tongue. To her surprise, Toughette smiles. She does like it after all. "Hm, not bad,' she chimes, and brings the bowl up for another sip.
The ever-cautious Hefty relaxes a little. If Toughette sipped it with no ill effects, it must mean the soup is safe to drink. He picks up the chop sticks and stirs it like how Sorcerette has done it. Then, he takes a careful sip. As he pulls the bowl away as he starts chewing on a piece of tofu, noting the odd flavour which filled his mouth. It doesn't take long for him to decide it is indeed a good soup. With a satisfied nod, Hefty continues to slurp down the rest.
Grinning at how eagerly the tough smurfs are downing the soup, Sorcerer and Sorcerette turn their heads toward one another and wink at each other. The soup is just an appetizer, and both Hefty and Toughette are in for a treat when the delicious entrees come in!
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As instructed beforetime by their elders, Sorcerer and Sorcerette continue their tour around the city on the streets showing Toughette and Hefty Smurf (still feeling full from the amazing lunch they just ate) the dangers, both obvious and subtle, that they should watch out for in the future. There is one danger in particular the young magical smurfs feel necessary to warn the strong smurfs in advance. So, without preamble, they take Hefty and Toughette to an older building in east Vancouver. The whole area seemed to have an aura of negative energy with homeless people loitering on the sidewalks, on staircases in front of buildings, and in the park. Hefty and Toughette are even instructed not to touch anything while they enter this area.
Puzzled, Hefty turns to Sorcerer Smurf. "What are we doing here anyway?" He asks.
"You'll see." The young smurf replies. He pauses his motorcycle and points at the entrance of one of the buildings up ahead. "Shh, here he comes now!"
A middle age, balding man comes out though the main doors of his apartment, grumbling to himself as he walks down the sidewalk towards the corner store. His black hair frizzes out from over his ears to the back of his head. He has a nose that points outward and his lips curl under over his rotting teeth. His clothes are mostly a grey color with sewn on patches on his sweater's elbows. At first Hefty and Toughette are not sure why this man is so important until he gets a little closer. Then the older smurfs take another look at him and realize there is something terribly familiar about him. Their eyes widen, and jaws drop open in shock. But it can't be…!
"Is that…Gargamel?" Hefty bellows in astonishment.
"Actually, his name is Greg Gargiullo," Sorcerer explains calmly, not batting an eye at Hefty's outburst. "The elders believe he could be a direct descendent of that old wizard himself."
"Indeed," Sorcerette nods, "By chance this guy must have found his great, great, great, great grandfather's old books and discovered about us. It was by chance he also seen us accidentally one day. We were with Snappy at the time and was visiting one of our human friends when our uniforms started having problems. Gargiullo was in the area at the time and that is when he spotted us. Oops." Sorcerette chuckled sheepishly. "Since then he have been trying to track us down." She glances at Hefty and Toughette and makes a wry face. "Fortunately for us, he thinks we live in the sewers for some reason, yuck by-the-way. Let's hope he never thinks of looking for us up in the mountains!"
Sorcerer continues, "The reason he may think we live in sewers is that he saw us escaping from one of his traps down there. Yeah, that guy tries to invent crazy inventions all the time just to track us down and trap us if he can!" With that, Sorcerer throws back his head and laugh uproariously.
Hefty snorts. "Sounds familiar," he whispers in an aside to Toughette, who giggles in response.
"All he needs is a scruffy orange cat for a sidekick!" The golden-haired smurfette declares, and Hefty laughs along with her.
"Come on, the tour isn't over yet!" Sorcerette says, beckoning them. With that, the smurfs turn away from the scene and head toward the other parts of the city to learn more about the other dangers.
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Sorcerette and Sorcerer Smurf decides that after the tour Hefty and Toughette need a nice quiet spot to wind down, and they save the best place for last - a tall hill that is a park within the part of Vancouver known as Burnaby Mountain. There they take Hefty and Toughette up the hill, and soon the smurfs are sitting amiably and enjoying the view of the city below.
What a day it has been! So many things to see, and yet it seem there are not enough hours in the day to take it all in. For Hefty and Toughette, this whole week just had been an eye popping experience. From the moment when they sacrificed their freedom to save the remaining eight surviving smurfs to the day when Sorcerette and Sorcerer Smurf woke them up in the cave – their world has literally been turned upside down. The two strong smurfs could scarcely figure out how in a million years that fish could be eaten raw, and this afternoon they did…not only that, but they even enjoyed it. And, just moments ago, the young magical smurfs had taken them to see what they called a 'matinee' movie. Never before have the two tough smurfs from the medieval ages seen pictures that moved before their very own eyes! It would be something they would not forget easily. Yes indeed, this world will take some getting use to, especially all the loud, jarring noise coming from machines. It seems that everything nowadays makes a noise of all kinds. How can a smurf think with all of the honking, thundering, rumbling, and banging going on? Regardless of all the craziness going on in this new world, Hefty and Toughette had to admit that it is far more fascinating than the old world they left behind them, so long ago.
With an impish grin, Sorcerer turns to face Hefty. "So what do you think of this city?"
Hefty frowns and takes in a deep breath. "It's so different from the world I used to grow up, back in the days of the Old Village."
"The Elders say the same thing." Sorcerette comments, nodding agreeably. "They told us that even though they were able to grow up with the changes it still astonishes them on how this world has developed over the centuries."
"Wow, that's for sure!" Toughette likewise nods and continues gazing at the bustling city down there.
Sorcerette lets out a deep, regretful sigh and looks back over her shoulder at their smurf-sized motorcycles. "Speaking of the Elders, we should get back or Brainy might give us one of his 'you did not follow my schedule – your late!' speeches." She says, shaking her index finger in the air and trying to mimic Brainy's lecturing tone at the same time,
Hefty can't help but burst out laughing at that comment. "It's nice to know that some things have not changed much, after all!"
As the four young smurfs head back to the bikes, Sorcerer suddenly has a wonderful idea. "Say Hefty, Toughette, would you two like to learn how to ride the bikes on the way back?"
Hefty and Toughette stop dead in their tracks, paralysed with the thought of riding those noisy things. With a worried expression, they turn to look at each other, wondering if the other is thinking the same thing. Eventually Toughette shrugs, and opens her mouth to reply.
"Well," She says hesitantly, looking steadily at Hefty, "I suppose if we are going to be a part of this world, we might as well learn how to be mobile in it."
Hefty nods in agreement. "I guess you're right, Toughette."
Sorcerer gives them the thumbs up and plants himself right on the passenger seat. He pats gently on the empty driver's seat in front of him, inviting Hefty to take his place. With a gulp, Hefty gingerly saddles the motorcycle in front of Sorcerer. He glances nervously down at the different gears and control panels, wondering silently to himself what he should do next. In fact, should he be even doing this anyhow?
"Ok, first things first, Hefty. Don't be nervous!" Sorcerer chuckles softly, sensing the tension in Hefty. "Now, just reach over and push that red button. That will turn on the engine!"
It takes a moment of frantic searching for the hard-to-find button, but Hefty finally located it on one of the handlers. He takes a breath and presses it. The vibration of the engine suddenly rumbles to life underneath him, startling Hefty so much that he nearly jumps off. It takes Sorcerer a few moments of patting him reassuringly on the back, coaxing Hefty to calm down and to stay seated on the vibrating biker. Finally Hefty relax and inclines his head to let Sorcerer know he is O.K.
"So far, so good, huh?" The young magical smurf says encouragingly, "Alright, now the next thing you need to do is grab the handles and ease off of that bar there, which is called the clutch."
Hefty does as he is instructed, still feeling very much nervous over this whole thing. As he wraps his hands around the handlers he is suddenly reminded of an incident a long time ago, when Handy Smurf invented smurf-mobiles. Hefty smiles faintly to himself at the old memory, remembering how everyone in the village just had to have one, except Papa Smurf and himself. Back then, Hefty would rather walk, or jog to anywhere he wanted to go. But this case is different. The new world seems so much bigger now, and learning how to ride this thing might come in handy someday.
Hefty looks over and sees that Toughette is already moving onto the next step. She has managed to move the bike forward a bit. Although it isn't as smooth as when Sorcerette rode it, Toughette seems to be catching on quickly through Sorcerette's instructions – not to mention her 'magical' support. Hefty realizes then that Sorcerer too is giving him a little support with magic as well. It is sort of like training wheels for when a child first learns how to ride a two-wheeled bike instead of a tricycle. Hefty does not complain though. In fact, he is beginning to feel more confident riding this bike now, being in control of it, and knowing that Sorcerer Smurf is lending a hand. Inwardly Hefty greatly appreciate that.
For the next several minutes Hefty and Toughette ride the bikes around in the field for a couple of laps in the field to get hang of it. Then Sorcerer leans to Hefty's ear. "Enjoying the ride so far, Hefty?" He asks.
"Yeah, this is fun!" Hefty declares happily, feeling proud of himself for handling the biker so ably.
"Good," Sorcerer says. "Now it's time to take this lesson to the next level. Helmets secure!" he chimes, snapping his fingers. The protective visors slide magically from the smurf helmets over their faces. "Now let's head back down towards the highway…don't worry, Hefty, I won't let us crash or anything!" He adds, showing off his glowing hand that indicates he has some control over what the bike is doing.
"Ok then," Hefty sighs. Despite his handling of the bike and the Sorcerer's reassurances, the tough smurf could not help feeling quite nervous about the whole thing. "Here we go."
Both Toughette and Hefty Smurf turn the bikes towards the road that would take them down into the highway toward home.
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Brainy is pacing the garage anxiously. Now and then, he would glance down at his watch and his anxiety goes up a notch each time he sees the hours ticking away. With a grumbling groan, he imagines a stern talk he would be having with young Sorcerette and Sorcerer Smurf. He had told them to be back at a certain time, and yet they had not come home. It is already getting quite dark out there with no visible moon to be seen. Why do these young smurfs test him so? Brainy is of course worrying about his brother, Hefty and his mate Toughette. Perhaps it is too soon to let them go on a tour of the city? Would it be too much for Hefty and Toughette to take it all in? What if they got lost? Naw, Sorcerer would have called by now if they were. What if that crazy old man, Greg Gargiullo, captured them? What if they were hurt or worse? Brainy let out another groan as he pivots on his heel and, with a little assistance with his cane, he paces in the other direction fretting all the while to himself.
Brainette quietly comes into the garage and watches Brainy, her beloved mate for the past five and half centuries, moving forth and back. She shakes her head sadly. She hates it when he is all worked up like this. With an aggravated sigh, Brainette walks over to Brainy.
"Brainy, if you keep pacing this spot you will wear out a path in the floor," She comments dryly.
"They're late!" Brainy snaps back, tugging at his beard in distress.
"I realize that, love," Brainette soothes, "but you must remember this is a big city. They probably got carried away in their tour." As Brainy snorts and resumes pacing, the bespectacled smurfette gives a little smile as she tries to find a way to reassure him. "Knowing Sorcerer and Sorcerette, they probably took Hefty and Toughette to see a matinee. They did say something about wanting to see the latest release of Cosmic Ninjas…or something like that." She says with a small shrug.
Brainy was about to make a sharp reply when the familiar rumbling noise of the motorcycles' engine brings his attention around quickly towards the entrance of the garage. "It's about time!" He cries, watching keenly as the headlights come bobbing into view in the darkness. Soon the bikes roar into the garage, and immediately Brainy hobbles toward them, eager to give them what for. But just as suddenly he lets out a shocked gasp and stops abruptly in his track when one of the bikes did a sharp turn, the tires squealing across the concrete floor as it skid slightly, and finally comes to a stop. 'How could he pull a stunt like that with Hefty aboard?' Brainy thought angrily. Now even more eager to lecture the crazy young magical smurf, the red-capped elder raises his cane and begins shaking it with fury at the driver. The smurfs straddling the motorcycle look at Brainy as though in surprise. Then the driver reaches down, turns off the engine, and looks at Brainy once more, his face hidden behind the black visor.
"Sorcerer! You're late!" Brainy bellows, "How many times do I have to explain the importance of safety and regulations in traveling with a passenger on that crazy contraption you call a motorcycle?"
Before the white-bearded elder could say another word, the driver removes his helmet and grins at him.
"Geez, Brainy, you don't have to yell," Hefty says with a smirk. "And besides, I'm just learning how to ride these things."
Brainy stood speechless, almost beside himself with shock. "Hefty…?" he finally sputters, "You rode the motorcycle yourself…?"
"Yeah, well, with some help of course…" The strong smurf shrugs, unsure of what else to say.
Sorcerer takes his helmet off, laughing at Brainy's stunned expression. "I think Hefty did smurfingly well for his first time, don't you think, Elder?" Sorcerer asks impishly, throwing his arm around Hefty's shoulder. "By the way, dude, nice execution move when we entered here!"
"Um, thanks…I think…" Hefty smiles sheepishly.
"You too, Toughette," Sorcerette says with a wink. "I think you and Hefty will fit in nicely here."
"Great," the golden-haired smurfette replies with a hint of sarcasm. She notices Brainette and turns to her. "Say, I'm starving; you don't suppose there is food left in the kitchen?" Toughette asks her hopefully. "All of this sightseeing really packs an appetite!"
"Sure," Brainette says with a nod. "There are four plates left in the fridge for you guys. Sorcerette, you show them how they can warm up their meals in the microwave, ok?"
"Sure thing! Come on, Toughette!" Sorcerette motions for the strong smurfette to follow her to the kitchen, and they soon leave the garage through the door. Sorcerer nods to Hefty and, leaving their helmets on the bike, they follow Sorcerette and Toughette
"Wait, Hefty," Brainy calls out just before his now younger brother steps through the door after Sorcerer. The brawny smurf stops and looks curiously back. Brainy beckons for him to walk side by side along with him and Brainette, and then clears his throat. "So, um, Hefty… What did you think of the city?"
"Loud," Hefty answers simply.
Brainy smiles. "Yes, it is rather noisy, isn't it?" He says, nodding in agreement. Out of curiosity, the red-capped elder asks, "You mind telling me what you guys did on your tour?"
Hefty takes a deep breath as though collecting his thoughts. "Well, we saw parks, streets, more streets, buildings…tall buildings – most of them made of glass, even." He says, briefly describing his day, "And a sushi place, oh, and a moving picture show - a movie I think it's called. It had something do with ninjas in space. I can't remember the name of it though…"
"Cosmic Ninjas…?" Brainy suggests in a bland tone.
"Yeah, that was it, Hefty nods as he enters the kitchen, "Very interesting indeed."
Brainette smiles and jabs Brainy on the arm with her elbow. "Told you." She declares proudly. If there is something she likes more than anything in life, it is to be proved right about a certain thing. In this case, her prediction of the young smurfs seeing a specific movie is right on the dime. Brainy simply rolls his eyes skyward as he follows her through the door into the kitchen.
Chapter 20: Epilogue
Hefty walks down the well-treaded path towards a large meadow by the Smurf Community. He is wearing white shorts, red shoes, black torn sleeve shirt, white hat, and a pair of shades over his eyes. It has been three months already ever since Hefty and Toughette woke up to the new, unfamiliar world. So far it feels like it has been three years, but now Hefty seems to be adjusting nicely to his new home. In fact, he and Toughette often enjoys their times taking care of the smurflings, as well as the times with Sorcerette and Sorcerer Smurf in riding the motor bikes into town to see either a movie or visiting their human friends. As the brawny smurf heads for the playing field, he adjusts the sunglasses slightly so they don't slip off his nose. Noticing smurflings at play, he stops to watch and smiles at the youngsters eagerly participate in their vigorous games with youthful joy.
So much has changed indeed. Smurflings don't play like they used to in his day. Smurf-ball had been the usual sport Hefty and his brothers used to play, many years ago. Some of the smurfs from Old Village would fish, while others play other simple little games like leap-frog. Not so in the new world, though. The games the smurflings are playing are much more sophisticated and complicated nowadays, such as football among other things. Hefty notices that not all the youngsters are actively involved in complex teamwork games, though. Scanning across the field Hefty observes smurflings sitting quietly by themselves, engrossed in small things such as hand-held video games. Still others are gliding on what are known as skateboards and rollerblades. Sure, there is still some smurflings playing the classic smurf-ball games, but those are the only odd group out of all others. Even so, the small group of smurflings are playing the old-fashioned games with slightly different rules to them.
That is not all; Hefty himself had been involved in those new sports that he finds to be fun and challenging at the same time like basketball, lacrosse, and especially hockey. Last month Snappy, Sassette, Sorcerette and Sorcerer Smurf, along with a small group of smurflings took Hefty and Toughette down to the city and into a building called a Rec-Center. There Hefty and Toughette visited the ice rink for the first time and had learned what a hockey does. They had gone very early in the morning before the rink opened to the public, so they were able to play without many humans around to trample them on the ice, and no time Hefty and Toughette became thoroughly hooked on hockey. It was just so much fun!
There had been a few times during their trips down in the city, though, that Greg Gargiullo, a descendant of the evil wizard known as Gargamel, came close in capturing the smurfs. But with quick thinking and knowledge of the best strategies, the smurfs had escaped Gargiullo's grasping hands unharmed, many times. Just thinking about Greg Gargiullo makes Hefty shivers slightly and worries for the smurflings' safety and future. He doesn't want the same fate to come to them as it had to the Old Village. Still, even to this day, Hefty can feel his heart aching with regret that he was unable to do anything to prevent the death of his brothers and friends so long time ago. Subconsciously, he lets out a heavy sigh.
"Something on your mind, smiley?" A soft, feminine voice coos just slightly off to the right of Hefty. It doesn't take him long to recognize the sarcastic tone and smiles. He turns to see a beautiful smurfette with golden hair, pinned back into a long ponytail. She is wearing her new black shorts, pink and black tank-top, light grey smurf hat and sneakers. Toughette is also wearing a snazzy pair of sunglasses on her face. It is certainly a perfectly bright day to be wearing them. Hefty can't help but to smile at the sight of her. How smurfy she looks! Even if she doesn't wear many dresses, these new, fashionable sporty outfits make her more beautiful then ever.
"Oh, nothing much, just stuff," Hefty replies, still smiling. "How about you?"
"Well," Toughette begins in a slight stutter, unsure of how she wants to answer him. "Um… Yeah, stuff…"
For a moment the couple just stand there gazing at each other in silence. A movement up on balcony at smurf's community home not far off catches Hefty's eye. "Hey, there's Brainy," he says in surprise, "I wonder what he's doing up there?"
Toughette turns around to look where her boyfriend is pointing at.
"Oh yeah, I've seen him up there before," she replies, "He just watches the smurflings and doing something on that thing…what is it called again?" She pauses again, fumbling for the word for the object that Brainy is often fond of using. Tapping her finger on her chin, Toughette ponders on the right word that would at least describe the metallic object in Brainy's hand. Suddenly it comes to her and she perks up with a smile. "Oh yeah - a palm pilot!"
Hefty's curiosity is piqued at what is going on with Brainy. "Perhaps I should go up, then," he says, "And see what exactly he is doing."
Toughette nods. "Alright, but don't be too long," she says, "it's almost time to round up these smurflings up for their afternoon classes." She grins at him, "After that it will be our turn to give them a real workout in a game of 'Capture the Flag' before washing them up for dinner!" She adds this with a warning wink.
"I know," Hefty leans over and gives her a kiss on the cheek. "I won't be long." Then he starts heading toward the smurf's community home in the mountain cave.
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Brainy stands quietly, leaning slightly against the railing and peering down at his little smurflings playing in the meadow. In the position he is in, the red-capped elder have a good view of the entire field and every single smurf, smurfette, and especially smurflings below. Of all the places he had been, this is his favorite spot in the entire Smurf Community. Using his palm pilot pen, he mutters out numbers as he does a head count of each of the smurflings below. After counting a certain amount, Brainy jots it down on the palm pilot before continuing to count a second group in another part of the field. He even includes the older smurfs in the head count as well.
He is so busy counting he doesn't notice a certain smurf entering the room just behind him. Smirking a bit, Hefty walks to the open glass sliding door which separates the balcony from the living room, and steps out through it to take a stand just a bit to the right of his older brother. Puzzled, Hefty watches as the older elder continues to move the palm pilot pen in the air. 'What is he doing?' Hefty wonders silently to himself, removing the sunglasses from his face to see better.
What is even more baffling is the fact that Brainy doesn't even acknowledge the fact there is another smurf besides him on the balcony. After a few moments of watching Hefty can't take it anymore; he clears his throat loudly enough to cause Brainy to jolt slightly.
Startled, Brainy spins his head around to see who had snuck up on him without him knowing it. With a sigh of relief he realizes it is only Hefty.
"Geez, Hefty, you scared the daylights out of me!" Brainy groans. "What is up with you this time?"
"Huh? Oh, nothing." Hefty chuckles sheepishly. "I was just curious on what you were doing up here."
"Oh…I'm just doing a head count of all the smurfs," Brainy answers simply as he proceeds to do one last count of the final group below.
The young strong smurf perks up with interest. "You mean how Papa Smurf used to count heads back in the Old Village?"
Brainy nods. "Well, in a matter of speaking, yeah." With a satisfied sigh and a smile, he jots the remaining number down on the palm pilot and mentally adds the calculations together.
"There, all 230 smurflings are accounted for. Plus you and I, along with Snappy, Slouchy, Sassette, Nat, Sorcerette, and Sorcerer Smurf making 240 smurfs altogether." Brainy proudly states as he closes his palm pilot up in its protective case and put it in his pocket. Hefty lets out a little whistle, impressed with the numbers of the living smurfs out there.
"Whoa, that is quite a count…" Then Hefty notices Brainy gazing down at the smurflings with a sad look on his grizzled face. Concerned, the brawny brother leans towards him. "Hey, what's wrong?" Hefty asks softly.
"Wha…?" Brainy blinks, his mind still somewhere else. Shaking his head slightly, Brainy realizes what his younger brother is asking him. "Oh, I'm just thinking of Papa Smurf and the others from the Old Village. I wonder what they might say about all of this."
Hefty ***** his head to one side and raises his eyebrow. With a smirk he reaches out, places a reassuring hand on Brainy's shoulder and speaks to him in a respectful manner.
"You know, Brainy, I think if Papa Smurf were here to see what you've done, I'd say he'd be very proud. Even the other smurfs would agree to that," Hefty grins slightly, "And, you know, that is a lot coming from me!"
To Brainy, that was the most touching thing anyone has ever said. As a young smurf he'd often hoped the other smurfs would think that way of him, including Papa Smurf himself. But with all that was going on after the disaster of the Old Village, Brainy has just been more worried about the well being of the surviving smurfs to fuel his own ego. With tears in his eyes, Brainy tilts his head up at his younger brother and says softly, "Thank you."
Hefty smiles back at his older brother. Then, glancing at the watch, he looks at the red-capped elder again. "Um, it's getting time to start rounding up the smurflings for their afternoon lessons."
Brainy inclines his head in understanding. "Yeah, I myself need to prepare for my group for their pop quiz." He says amicably, "We can talk again later, perhaps after you put the young ones to bed."
"Sure. Later, Brainy."
Brainy watches his strong brother walk back out the door and is soon out of sight. With a heavy sigh, the older elder too leaves the balcony, preparing to collect his papers for his class session with the second group of smurflings of the day.
THE END!
Author's Note: I sincerely hope you have enjoyed "How Things Smurf" as well as the Smurfette Village and Return to the Smurfette Village. Hopefully soon I'll have time to start writing the fourth and final story to this saga. Thanks for taking the time to read my story. Don't forget to leave me a review, I often like to hear from you and your comments.
A special thanks goes to my beta-reader, Tabby for her help with this story.
Stay Creative.
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posted 03-31-2008 07:37 AM
Oh, Raven Child, that was very splendid happy ending, I almost cry. And I hope you'll do the fourth and final story. And how about putting a touch of Thomas & Friends in it, that would be interesting.
And, I'm sorry for being harsh on V. G. And seriously, I am jealous of him.
P. S. Make sure you update your website.
P. S. S. I would like to see some pictures from the final two chapters. Please n thank you.
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posted 04-01-2008 12:10 AM
FYI, Amtrak does not have a "c"! ![[Roll Eyes]](rolleyes.gif)
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Cool Smurf
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posted 04-02-2008 06:12 PM
I had a lot of fun reading the whole story.
You did really great, Raven Child! ![[Cool]](cool.gif)
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