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Topic: "A Home Through Time" - A new SmurfFic
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Smurfy1For2
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posted 08-10-2008 04:21 AM
Hi Raven Child!! That site is blocked for me please post the story so I can read it!!!!!! Why is this your final fanfic???
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u wished u rocked as i
Posts: 1958 | From: Fairfield, VA | Registered: Nov 2005
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Amtrak Smurf
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posted 08-10-2008 10:28 AM
Maybe it must be his popup blocker! ![[Roll Eyes]](rolleyes.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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Raven Child
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posted 08-10-2008 10:37 AM
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Originally posted by Amtrak Smurf:
Maybe it must be his popup blocker!
Don't know, either that or ff.net was not officially done uploading my site and wouldn't let some people to view the page yet.
Which reminds me...when I get home from work today I'll try to catch up and read your latest chapters tonight, Amtrak Smurf. ![[Wink]](wink.gif)
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"The Raven Child" website: http://www.theravenchild.com/
"Tales of Mytherwrel" facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/TalesOfMytherwrel
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Vega
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posted 08-10-2008 01:51 PM
Hello Raven Child. Your smurf story is very interesting. I`ll be happy to read new chapters. The title of your new story associates me with a song "Morphing Thru Time". If you want to see it here is the link http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=edBzlf7BLqs
Maybe it will also help you with inspiration for your story. Good luck and best regards ![[Smile]](smile.gif)
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Kojinka Sketchette
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posted 08-10-2008 08:57 PM
Hooray! I'm going to check it out now, and I'll be sure to add you to my author alert/subscription list on my FF.net account.
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The village nutcase.
Posts: 214 | From: EVERYWHERE | Registered: Jun 2008
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Vic George The ND Guy
Super Smurf
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posted 08-11-2008 06:00 AM
I have a feeling it's going to present the question: if you knew what's going to happen in your future, would you change it?
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VIC GEORGE -- Westfield, MA, USA
"Cat and mouse games really aren't much fun for us mouse types" -- Empath from "Empath The Bandit Smurf"
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Smurfy1For2
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posted 08-11-2008 08:07 AM
Hello Raven Child!! Sorry to be a bother when I go to the page it says "not allowed by Websense" it is really annoying.
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Posts: 1958 | From: Fairfield, VA | Registered: Nov 2005
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Raven Child
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posted 08-11-2008 12:21 PM
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Originally posted by Smurfy1For2:
Hello Raven Child!! Sorry to be a bother when I go to the page it says "not allowed by Websense" it is really annoying.
For you Smurfy1For2 I will post the chapters here. That is till I can get the page set up on my site. Enjoy the story
Disclaimer: The smurfs are not of my creation, however, the Smurfettes (except Smurfette and Sassette © Peyo) are. This story is not written for profit. It is for entertaining purposes only to enjoy by fans world wide.
Brief Summery: Seventeen smurfs are traveling through time – unsure if they will find their way home. Their recent trip ends up sending them to the future. R&R Please and Thank you.
NOTE: A special hint – To avoid possible confusion, you may want to first read “The Smurfette Village”, “Return to the Smurfette Village”, and “How Things Smurf” before reading this one – “A Home Through Time”. This will be my final smurf story, so please enjoy.
(All the Smurf characters in the Time-Traveling series are used, except Smoogle (it looked like a pink mutated rabbit). He was not my favorite character and found him irrelevant to the story. Thought you should know…)
The Time Traveling Cast:
1 Papa Smurf
2 Grandpa Smurf
3 Hefty
4 Handy
5 Brainy
6 Wild
7 Sassette
8 Smurfette
9 Greedy
10 Clumsy
11 Vanity
12 Baby
13 Grouchy
14 Snappy
15 Painter
16 Lazy
17 Jokey
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Previously on the Smurfs…
“Smurf-a-roo, whatever is in that cellar must be important.” Young Snappy Smurfling muses.
The smurfs watch the smurf elder in the yellow cap open a special three layer door. He opens the first door with the palm of his hand. The next door he uses the tip of his beard to open it.
“Gosh Grandpa, is that the last one?” Clumsy Smurf asks.
“Yup, youngin’, we’re at the tail end of it right now.” Grandpa Smurf replies as he pushes his tail in a small hole which allows the third secret door to slide upward – exposing a beautiful display of sparkling crystals.
All the smurfs ‘ooh’s’ and ‘ahh’s’ over the multi colors of sparkles displayed in each shinny crystal. The crystals are shaped eloquently around fifteen special scrolls rolled up and tucked carefully in certain section in the wall. In the middle sits a ruby key.
“Those are Time Scrolls, my little smurfs.” Papa Smurf explains.
Ninth Season: Episode 1, “The Smurfs That Time Forgot”
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The huge T-Rex falls flat on his back. The force of the impact causes the beast to loosen his grip of the smurf elder in the bright fuzzy yellow cap. Grandpa Smurf flew through the air in the awaiting arms of Hefty, Handy, and Papa Smurf.
“Gotcha Grandpa.” Hefty cheers.
“Don’t worry about me, youngins…get that key.” Grandpa panics as he notices the red magical ruby dangling dangerously on a fragile tree branch over a small pool of lava.
Grandpa and the others desperately reach for the key, but luck is not on their side. The branch breaks and the key falls. As it lands in the hot molten liquid the key bobs once then sinks.
“Smurfs alive, the key…it’s gone.” Grandpa Smurf cries.
“Grandpa, Grandpa, Grandpa,” Brainy walks up to the smurf elder carrying all the crystals that are carefully placed on a leaf. “Not to worry. We still have the magic Time Crystals and ah…”
“Y-y-you don’t understand.” Grandpa nervously stutters. “Without the Magic Time Key to assemble them…” He pauses, unsure how to explain it to the young smurfs.
“What Grandpa means is that we may be stranded here…forever…” Papa Smurf sighs; knowing his own words causes disappointment to his little smurfs. He sulks his shoulders forward in defeat.
“I hate, ‘stranded here forever’!” Grouchy snaps, crossing his arms in protest.
Ninth Season: Episode 2, “Lost in the Ages”
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“Don’t fret yet, Smurf-a-roos,” Grandpa says in a positive tone. “There is still a way for us to return to the Smurf Village.
Wild Smurf watches wide eyes as Grandpa flips one of the crystals in the air and catches it with one hand.
“We can put these here crystals by hand.” The Smurf Elder explains. The young smurfs all find hope and comfort in the elder’s wise words.
“Grandpa’s right, we can put these crystals back by hand.” Papa Smurf adds. Wild Smurf kicks up one of the crystals with his foot and Papa Smurf catches it. The red-capped elder looks at it carefully then frowns. He grieves over the challenge of placing these glittering gems in the right order. “Eh, then again,” He grips, “It may take a million tries before we get the right combination.”
With that said the other young smurfs whine. Their hopes seem shattered. If Papa Smurf is unsure of their future then how will they ever get home?
Hearing them so put down over this situation, Papa Smurf feels he should encourage them somehow. “But don’t give up hope,” he tells them strongly. The others again groan in despair.
Smurfette stands firmly with her hands planted down on her hips. She gives Papa Smurf a stern look. “Ok, what’s the deal here? Are we going home, or aren’t we?”
Both Papa Smurf and Grandpa Smurf look at each other, perplexed. Wild Smurf, sitting between them, also appears more confused then the two elders.
Finally the smurf elders turn back to Smurfette and with a shrug they reply, “We don’t know.”
“You see, I never assembled a crystal puzzle like this before.” The red-capped elder admits. He begins to placing the crystals in how they should be positioned. Holding one of the crystals up to the natural sun light, Papa Smurf tries to see if there is a clue on where the next piece should be placed. “But I’m certain that someday I would find the proper combination.” He explains further
“But what if the puzzle isn’t put together right, Papa Smurf?” Handy asks.
“Then there is no telling where we will end up,” Grandpa explains.
Ninth Season: Episode 3, “Cave Smurfs”
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…And now, on with the story…
Chapter 1 – To be or not to be Home
The midday sun shines blissfully over the enchanted forest below. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a rainbow twists and turns like a tornado in the clear blue sky. Gradually it descends down towards the ground and seventeen smurfs emerge from the colourful storm. Feeling a little disoriented at first, the time traveling smurfs shake off the usual dizziness they get after their journey.
“Ooh, where are we now, Papa Smurf?” Smurfette whined as she rubs her head.
“Give me a moment, Smurfette.” Papa Smurf glances around to view the area. A smile crosses his face as the landscape surrounding them appears very much familiar. “Is it possible?” He mutters to himself, not wanting to collapse his little smurf’s hopes in case he is wrong. Before the red-capped elder could say anything a frantic shout bellows from behind.
“Papa Smurf, Papa Smurf, come quick!” Snappy and Sassette hollers in unison.
“What is it, my little smurflings?” Papa Smurf asks, rushing up to the two young smurfs with all the other smurfs running not far behind.
“Look Papa Smurf…it’s the Great Oak!” Snappy replied excitably.
“Jumpin’ Salamanders, does this mean we are home?” Little Sassette says, jumping for joy.
“Yes Sassette, I believe it does.” Papa Smurf nods his head. He lets out a sigh of relief while the other smurfs cheer with excitement. Although, it has just dawned on him that the weather is no longer winter. When they left there was a lot of snow on the ground, but now it appears to have all melted away. It is at least springtime now. They are indeed home, but when in time have they arrived?
“Come on youngins; let’s get back to the village. I’m sure the others will be real glad to see us.” Grandpa Smurf begins to lead the smurfs down the path that will lead them straight to the Smurf Village. The others eagerly follow - anticipating what the reactions of their fellow smurfs would have.
It’s hard to tell but it feels as if the smurfs had been traveling through time for years. They wondered how much the village has changed since they left. Down the meadow, and past Farmer Smurf’s garden the smurfs are too anxious to get home finally that they fail to see the change to the once live garden of vegetables to a field of nothing but weeds. It isn’t till they actually reach the village that the smurfs discover the traumatic truth. They all stop in a screeching halt. With a loud gasping breath and their jaws hung down. Never had they ever imagined coming home to a smurf village that has been burnt to the ground. Nothing is left standing. Where is every smurf? What could have possibly happened to cause this?
“NO!” Hefty, Brainy, and Handy cried out in stereo.
“Baffling-Badgers, Papi Smurf, who would do this to our home?” The tiny red-headed smurfette asks with tears in her eyes.
“Yeah,” Snappy nods in agreement.
“Oh, boo-hoo, where is every smurf?” Smurfette wept.
“Yeah I hope they made it out ok.” Handy wonders out loud.
“What do you think of this, Papa Smurf?” Grandpa Smurf inquired to their red-capped leader.
“I’m not sure, Grandpa, but what ever happened here it didn’t end on a positive note.”
Papa Smurf scans the ash ruins of what use to be the Smurf Village. He frowns with worry. What happened? Where are my little smurfs? The red-capped elder wondered. Has his worst nightmare come to past? Are his little smurfs doomed to extinction? What can he do now for his surviving smurfs? So many questions filled his head and he feared he won’t be able to find his little smurfs they left behind during their trip through time.
The elder watches his time-traveling smurfs and wonders if they are the only smurfs remaining from what use to be over a hundred smurfs of his village. With a heavy heart it is what he fears the most. Now the question is, and possibly the most important, to find out if there are any of the other smurfs had survived and where they are now.
“Papa Smurf, Papa Smurf! Come quick!” Jokey hollers.
Papa Smurf and Grandpa Smurf rushed to see what the prankster smurf was so anxious about. Once they arrive to the scene they notice that Jokey, Greedy, and Wild are hovering over a pair of human foot prints and cat paw prints on the soft ground near the ashes of a mushroom home.
“Wild Smurf found these foot prints, Papa Smurf,” Greedy declares.
“We think it might be Gargamel and Azrael.” Jokey finishes.
Wild Smurf chirps, growls, and squeaks as he imitates the feline creature that had left the paw prints on the ground.
“Papa Smurf, you don’t suppose that Gargamel finally won, do you?” Snappy asks with a hint of fear in his tone.
Hefty stands firm, fuming with the idea of that evil wizard destroying the village and harming his fellow smurfs. “I say we should go over to Gargamel’s and give him what for!” He cries out while swinging his fists in the air.
The rest of the smurfs begin to nod their heads in agreement with the strongest smurf.
“Calm down, my little smurfs. We can’t be certain that this was Gargamel’s doing.” Papa Smurfs tries to sound reasonable. “We will, however go to Gargamel’s and see if we can possibly find a clue on what might have happened. You, you, you, and you will come with me to Gargamel’s.” He points to Hefty, Handy, Jokey, and Smurfette before turning to the rest of the smurfs. “The rest of you see if you can find any further clues to what might have happened here.”
“Yes Papa Smurf.” All the smurfs cry out.
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Papa Smurf and his four chosen smurfs march through the thick part of the forest and arrive at the dead swampy area where their arch nemesis, Gargamel, calls home. Through out their entire walk, the smurfs barely said a word, but all were thinking the same thing. How is it that the smurf village has fallen? When did Gargamel actually find their home? What has he done to the Smurfs? Are there any survivors? If so, where are they now?
With a gulp, Papa Smurf pulls back the bushel of leaves in front of him. The first sight behind the slimy bog is a pile of burnt rubble that used to be the evil wizard’s home.
“I don’t believe it…” Papa Smurf gasps.
“Gosh, Papa Smurf looks like what ever happened to the village happened here too.” Handy Smurf concluded.
“Yes, it would seem so my little smurfs.” The red-capped elder responded. Curiosity getting the better of him, Papa Smurf walks closer to the burnt rubble.
Indeed the area does look like the same arson work as what happened to the village. The question now is who would do this? Could it be Hogatha? Maybe Balthazar did it, or even Chlorhydris…? Papa Smurf is baffled with this discovery indeed. Anyone of the smurf’s enemies could have done this. Chances are they didn’t like Gargamel much either.
“Oooh, Papa Smurf who would be so cruel to burn down both our village and Gargamel’s home?” Smurfette whined.
“Why if I ever get my hands on who ever did this I’ll give them a piece of my mind!” Hefty threatened, swinging his fists in the air.
“Yeah, this is defiantly isn’t funny.” Jokey added.
“I’m sure we’ll get to the bottom of this, my little smurfs.” Papa Smurf insured them. “Now let’s get back to the village and see what the others have found.”
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Meanwhile the other smurfs split up into groups to better explore the village in finding more clues on what had happened. The time-traveling smurfs are still trying to figure out when this happened. Grandpa Smurf, Clumsy, Painter, and Brainy walk through the village.
“Gosh, with all the adventures we been on with these crystals, this has to be the most depressing.” Clumsy whimpered, sniffing back a few tears.
“I know what you mean, Clumsy, yet, I’m still trying to figure out where all those extra burnt homes came from…” Brainy wondered, thinking back in their exploration of the village and how much bigger it seemed under the rubble.
“Your right Brainy,” Grandpa Smurf nods in agreement. “If memory serves me correctly this area is supposed to be an empty field. Instead there is burnt rubble here that seems to resemble what used to be homes.”
“These new homes seem to reach all the way to the beach.” Vanity points out.
“Sacrebleu, what did ze smurfs do while we were away?” Painter wondered as they passed the rest of the rubble and came out to the open beach.
The beach looked no better then the village did. From one end to the other the beach was covered with burnt driftwood and torn cloth that is scattered all around.
It didn’t take long for the smurfs to realize that the debris they are looking at is what used to be the S.S. Smurf. As they kept looking another confusing thing came to view. It was a wreckage of another ship. Like the S.S. Smurf, most of this new ship was purposely set to flames. Only a portion of it remains with a pink sail dangling with torn ends. On the side they could barely make out what it said – S.S. Sister Smurf.
“S.S. Sister Smurf?” Vanity said scratching his head in confusion.
“I wonder where this came from.” Brainy asked.
“Not sure, young whipper-smurfer.” Grandpa Smurf shrugged.
“Gosh, so much has changed; even that rock over there seems new.” Clumsy added pointing at what is left of a marble sculptor. It appeared to have fallen over, maybe even pushed over. Vines have grown all around it – hiding most of its features.
“That isn’t just any rock monôme,” Painter corrects him. Curiously, the creative smurf walks up to the stone and starts peeling of the vines. “Zis is a sculpture of some kind.” He walks over to pull off the vines. Vanity and Clumsy both help.
“Sacrebleu, I don’t believe it…” Painter Smurf gasps.
“Painter, what is it?” Vanity glanced up and down the statue of a smurf. He can’t help to notice the familiar features on the broken and scarred statue’s face. “I don’t remember you sculpting that before.”
“I do not remember creating zis masterpiza, either…” Painter says, scratching his chin. He marvels at the details regardless of the damage the carved stone endured. Painter notices the position of what is left of the one of its arm. Even though the arm broke off at the elbow, Painter saw that it was holding something above its head. Beside the statue are the remains of a carved dumbbell. Where did this statue come from? He wonders.
“Wait; there is more to this statue.” Grandpa Smurf addressed as he begins to tear away at more vines under the statue’s foot. Beneath the vines is an engraved inscription the yellow-capped elder smurf begins to read it. Shocked with what he sees, Grandpa step back with a gasp. “No…”
“What is it, Grandpa? What does it say?” Brainy asks before the others lean over to read as well.
Of all the situations they had been through in their journey through time, nothing could have prepared them for what the inscription reads:
‘Dedicated to one of the greatest smurfs of our time.’
Beneath it is a name, Hefty Smurf, and under his name are the date of his birth and the date of his death. The two dates add up to be a total of one hundred and fifty-two years between them. The smurfs cover their mouths in shock.
Finding his voice; Brainy clears his throat and says, “Well, at least we now know that this is the future and we do make it home soon…”
“Why do you say that, Brainy?” Clumsy asks.
“Well, isn’t it obvious? This statue of Hefty is carved two years from now and we know that Hefty is not dead yet.” The smart smurf exclaims as a matter of fact.
Somehow those words do not comfort the others. The thought of Hefty dying in two years is rather disturbing.
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When Papa Smurf and the others return they can see the rest of the smurfs are still looking around what is left of the village. The first to notice their return is Sassette. Immediately, the little red-headed chipette runs up to them.
“Galloping gophers, Papa Smurf. Did you and the other smurfs find anything at Papi Gargamel’s?” She looks up at her smurf elder with hope in her eyes.
“I’m afraid all we found was Gargamel’s home burnt down to rubble.” Papa Smurf sighs.
“What?” The others gasped.
“I hate ‘burnt down to rubble’.” Grouchy grumbled, throwing down what was left of a smurf’s door.
“Sure would like to know what’s going on here, Papa Smurf.” Snappy huffed.
“So do I, Snappy, so do I.” Papa Smurf drifted off in thought for a moment as he scanned the pile of burnt remains of what used to be a proud village of smurfs. He then looks over what is left of his surviving twelve smurfs and realizes that five are not accounted for.
“Where are Grandpa Smurf, Brainy, Clumsy, Vanity, and Painter?” He asks.
“I think they headed towards to beach, Papa Smurf.” Greedy explains, pointing to the direction he described.
“I wonder if they found anything that might tell us what is going on.” Handy wondered.
“Well, we could go and see for ourselves.” Papa Smurf suggested. The young smurfs all nodded in agreement then followed their red-capped elder to the beach.
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Grandpa, Brainy, Clumsy, Vanity, and Painter are still so fixated on the inscription of the statue that they didn’t even notice Papa and the others walking up behind them.
“Did you find anything, my little smurfs?” The red-capped elder asks.
The sound of their leader caused them to tense up. They instantly turn around to face Papa and the others and at the same time they deliberately block the broken statue.
“Pa-pa-pa-papa Smurf,” Brainy stutters. “We didn’t hear you coming. Oh look, and there’s Hefty too. Smurfs it’s Hefty.” At the same time the nervous smurfs smile first at Papa Smurf then at Hefty.
“Gosh, it’s great seeing you alive Hefty and not dead or anything.” Clumsy adds before Brainy jabs him sharply with his elbow.
Confused, Hefty and Papa Smurf glance at each other then back at the suspicious acting smurfs.
“Are you smurfs feeling alright?” Hefty asks with a raised eyebrow.
“Ohh, what did you smurfs find over there?” Smurfette asks when she notices Painter and Vanity covering as much of the statue as possible with their bodies.
“Huh? We didn’t find anything but what was once the S.S. Smurf.” Vanity answers her nervously and addressing the wreckage all over the shore.
“Oui,” Painter added. “And ze remains of another ship over there.” He points further the shore.
“S.S. Sister Smurf?” Sassette reads the words on the remains of the other ship. “Where did that come from?”
“I don’t know, Sassette.” Papa Smurf answered with a puzzled look on his face. “This only raises more questions indeed.”
“Kind of like this statue behind Grandpa and the others, Papa Smurf?” Snappy calls out.
“Wh-what statue are you talking about, Snappy?” Brainy lied. He tries to appear innocent as if he had not seen the object behind him before.
Snappy Smurfling stares up at the bespectacled smurf. He’s sure Brainy only acts like this if he’s trying to hide something. Even Grandpa Smurf appears to be trying to hide this strange fallen statue behind them as well as Vanity, Painter, and Clumsy. Each of the five smurfs shifts their stance slightly in hopes that the other smurfs won’t see this statue.
“I believe Snappy was talking about that statue lying there behind you, Brainy.” Papa Smurf pointed out.
At the same time Grandpa Smurf, Brainy, Painter, and Vanity all pretend that they hadn’t noticed the statue till now. As usual Clumsy just seemed confused.
“Oh, this statue,” Brainy exclaimed, pretending to be surprised. “Have you seen this statue before, Grandpa? Vanity? Painter?” They all instantly shrug as to give the impression they didn’t know of any statue before.
“But Brainy, we were just talking about this statue before the others showed up.” Clumsy blabbed. Unfortunately, the others couldn’t shut him up quick enough. Now Papa and the other smurfs are really suspicious. Annoyed, Hefty steps up and pushes Brainy, Vanity, and Painter out of way so that he can see what they were trying to hide.
“That’s enough you crazy smurfs. What’s so special about this statue that has you all acting so – ” Hefty stops in mid sentence as soon as he recognizes the face on the statue. As he scrolls down to what is left of the statue he notices a very disturbing inscription. Confused he turns around to face the other smurfs.
“Is this some kind of practical joke?” He asks – his face looking rather pale.
“Believe me, young wiper-smurfer, I wish it was.” Grandpa Smurf says with a hint of sadness and regret.
“Let me see,” Papa Smurf steps up to get a closer look, as well as the rest of the smurfs. Needless to say none of them are amused at what they see before them. “It can’t be.” The red-capped elder muttered to himself.
“I believe that this statue proves we have arrived sometime in the future Papa Smurf.” Brainy finally says after every smurf looks at the statue.
“Oooh, this can’t be the future for Hefty it just can’t!” Smurfette whines.
By now the other smurfs are thinking the same thing. Each of them gave a worried look at Hefty. At first the strong smurf is too stunned to move or even speak. He then starts to make fists with his hands as he sneers angrily at the statue.
“Well I don’t plan on letting this control my life! So you all can stop looking at me like that. Besides I’m not a goner yet!” He states bravely.
For a moment Papa Smurf is lost in his own thoughts. The village, Gargamel’s castle, and now this statue of Hefty Smurf – this proves his fears do come true. What happened to the village and his little smurfs? Is there anything he can do to prevent this from happening? There has to be something he can do, but first he needs to assemble the crystals properly and get back to their right time.
With a heavy sigh, Papa Smurf brings himself back to the present. He takes moment to gather his emotions before speaking. “Well, smurfs from what we’ve all seen so far is very disturbing indeed. But we must remember that the future is never really written.” He says trying to sound convincing. “Seeing this statue only proves that we do make it back home. As soon as we get home we’ll have to find a way to prevent any of this from happening.”
“Yes Papa Smurf,” all the smurfs except Hefty reply in unison.
Hefty, fixated on the statue again, wonders if this really is his future. Does he really die in two years? How will his fate be met? Can there really be something to prevent his life to end this early? This is the first time Hefty has ever thought this way about his future. Hefty lets out a heavy sigh as it sinks in – he is going to die. No, he refuses allow this to be true. He puffs out his chest and makes a brave face. It’s like what Papa Smurf just said – the future is not written yet. He watches his fellow smurfs turn to walk back to what was left of the village before following them.
Hours past and the smurfs prepare themselves for another journey through time. Handy, Smurfette, Grandpa Smurf, Brainy, Snappy, and Sassette made another desperate attempt to find clues on what happened. Yet all they found was more ashes and rubble. Whoever did this went out of their way to get rid of all evidence the smurfs existed here. They walk by a rock where Hefty is sitting quietly by himself. He rests his head heavily in his hands as he stares blankly at the ground. It’s not everyday you find out that will smurf at a young age.
“Oh, poor Hefty,” Smurfette cried. “There has to be something we can do for him.”
“There is,” Handy says. “We must try to find out what happened and save him before he, um, you know.” His heart felt as if someone just jabbed it with a sharp object. He hates the idea of losing his best friend.
“I agree,” Brainy nods. “It’s like Papa Smurf always said – the future has not been written yet and Papa Smurf knows that do make it home and Papa Smurf…”
“Smurf up Brainy!” Snappy grumbles.
“I suggest we go check out the smurf dam again, young wiper-smurfers.” Grandpa Smurf suggests. “Maybe there is something there we’ve missed.”
Movement catches Hefty’s attention. He raises his head to see Grandpa and the other smurfs heading towards the smurf dam. It doesn’t take a genius to know that everysmurf has been acting different towards him since they all seen that statue. How Hefty wishes that the tribute statue was never found. A part of him worries about this destiny and the other part believes that he still has control over his own future.
He decides to jump off the rock to go sit with Papa Smurf.
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An hour later, all the smurfs gathered around their red-capped elder as he started to place the crystals together in what he hopes to be the right arrangement to get him and his little smurfs home. Papa Smurf glances up to see all of his little smurfs watching him in anticipation.
He now worried about them more now then ever. With a little luck this last crystal can get them home at the right time. As soon as they do get home they must find a way to prevent this future from happening, especially the death of Hefty. Sadly, everything is destroyed and not matter how much to smurfs tried to find something to tell them anything all they found was ashes.
“Ok, my little smurfs, here is the last crystal.” Papa says. “Cross your fingers…”
Papa Smurf places the last crystal in position of the puzzle. Instantly a rainbow twister appears. It levitates the smurfs into it’s’ funnel – carrying the smurfs to another time.
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Thanks Raven Child for posting your story I enjoyed it very much.
It is always fun to read your stories!!
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Originally posted by Smurfy1For2:
Thanks Raven Child for posting your story I enjoyed it very much.
It is always fun to read your stories!!
Thanks Smurfy1For2. Glad you enjoyed the chapter...I'll post the next chapter as soon as I get it finished.
Stay Smurfy.
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posted 08-14-2008 07:41 AM
Just read the first chapter. I love it.
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posted 08-18-2008 04:56 PM
Smurf-a-roos! I like it and can't wait for more.
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posted 08-27-2008 08:11 PM
For some of you that find it hard to connect with the link. Here's Chapter 2:
Chapter 2 – A Whole New World
A cool night breeze grazes through the branches some tall trees. The night sky slowly becomes darker as the stars disappear behind the clouds. Another rain storm is moving in. Out of no where the wind picks up, but it isn’t from the storm. The sky brightens with different colors and magical sparkles. Gradually a rainbow twister forms causing the tree branches to rustle up against each other violently. The colorful storm grows bigger as it gets closer to the ground. Just before it disappears the twister tosses seventeen smurfs onto the ground. Each smurf lands with a hard thud.
“Is everysmurf alright?” Papa Smurf reiterated as he usually does when they arrive at a new time. Most of the smurfs muttered, “Yeah.”
Instinctually, the red-capped elder pick up the crystals and places each one in his carry bag. Papa Smurf looks up. Even though it is dark he is able to see fifteen of his little smurf – sixteen if he includes himself – as they get up and some of them helping with the crystal pick up. He does a recount – still only sixteen, including himself. Frantically looks around in the dark to see if all his little smurfs are accounted of. One smurf seems to be missing, either it is too dark to see clearly or…“Hefty?” He calls out.
“Yeah, I’m here.” The strong smurf grumbled as he pulled himself out of a bush.
Regardless of the limited vision, Handy is the first to take notice the strange garment he is wearing. There seems to something alien in the way his uniform feels. He can feel a pair of overalls made from a jean material. The jacket he is wearing is made from the same material. His black boots are the strangest yet. The bottom of his boots feel like rubber, while the rest of it possibly some sort of leather. On the front of this funny looking footwear is laced up with some kind of rope.
“Wow, where are we now Papa Smurf?” The young carpenter smurf asked.
“Gee, I – ” Papa Smurf paused for a moment as he and the other smurfs now notices the strange clothes they are wearing. He was wearing his usual red cap, but instead of his red trousers He had on reddish brown pants, white top, and a red jacket. His shoes are a dark red color. Puzzled, he looks up at his little smurfs as they all peer down at their new strange garments, even Wild Smurf is wearing brown, slightly torn, baggy pants and a loose green t-shirt along with a leafy green cap. Never would he ever think smurfs could dress like this. Where are they indeed? The only smurf that seemed to be dressed normal is Baby in his usual baby attire.
“Oh dear,” Smurfette moaned as she tugged at her new pink dress and shoes. It was a different kind of dress she would ever think of wearing, but in another way it did look pretty.
“You know, I’m not entirely sure my little smurfs.” He replies honestly – looking around at the strange tall trees.
“Well, I may not know where we are, but if I’m not mistaken those dark clouds rolling in looks like it could rain any minute. We better find shelter soon.” Grandpa Smurf suggested.
“Grandpa’s right let’s go.” Papa nodded in agreement.
For about ten minutes the smurfs travel in the dark woods trying to find some form of shelter from the think forming rain cloud above. They do manage to find something as the first rain drops begin to come down on them. The sound of a water fall draws the time travelers’ attention. As they get closer they noticed a form of dim light behind the water fall.
“Look Papa Smurf there is a cave behind that water fall.” Handy points out.
“Yes, I see it. But the question is if whoever lives there will allow us to stay the night while we wait for this storm to pass.” Papa Smurf wondered.
Carefully all seventeen smurfs enter the cave from under the waterfall. The first thing they notice is how flat the rock is under their feet. Handy and Hefty both kneel down and realized that it wasn’t rocks they were walking on, but some kind of metal.
“This is strange I never seen anything like this before.” Handy commented.
“You’re telling me.” Hefty agreed.
The smurfs kept walking in this different waterfall cave. Jokey, Greedy, Grouchy, Snappy, and Sassette discover a bizarre metal bird.
“Whispering wing-dogs, I wonder what that is.” Sassette asked.
“I hate ‘wondering what that is’.” Grouchy grumbled.
“It sure is funny looking what ever it is.” Jokey chuckled.
“Smurf-a-roo, what other strange things are we going to find here?” Snappy wondered.
“H-hello…” Papa Smurf called out carefully – just in case the natives that live in this cave were not friendly. He waited for a moment for a response, but there was no answer.
“Is there anyone home?” Grandpa Smurf called out next. Again there was no response.
Impatient as usual, Brainy hollers “Hello!” His voice carried an echo that was sure to attract attention and yet the room still fell silent after the echo died down.
“Gee Brainy if that didn’t wake up the people that live here then I don’t know what will.” Smurfette snapped at the bespectacled smurf.
“Quite, my little smurfs, I think I hear something.” Papa Smurf waved at his young followers to be silent for a moment. There is a noise, but it ended up being the sound of dripping water.
“Gosh Papa Smurf I wonder where everyone is?” Clumsy wondered.
“I’m not sure. Let’s be careful though. We still don’t know what kind of people live here yet.” Papa Smurf assured everysmurf.
“Yes Papa Smurf.” The young smurf replies in unison.
Clumsy takes two steps forward. His right foot lands on red light beam. Instantly a loud siren blares, causing the smurfs to all cover their ears and cry out in agony. The room seemed to flash red then blackness. It was hard to see what was going on. This left the smurfs disoriented on where to go or what to do.
“Now you did it Clumsy!” Brainy crowed.
“Sacrebleu, zis noise is giving me za migraine!” Painter Smurf hollers.
“Oh, Papa Smurf what is that dreadful noise!” Smurfette cried as she tried desperately to hide her ears from the wailing siren.
“I hate this ‘dreadful noise’!” Grouchy barked.
Underneath the loud siren came a familiar noise of running footsteps. Four shadowy figures surrounded the seventeen travelers. As far as Papa Smurf could make out these dark figures appear smurf-like in shape.
“Hands on your head and get down on the ground!” One of them shouted as he waved a long stick in his hand.
Papa wasn’t sure, but the sound of his voice sounded familiar. It sounded like one of his little smurfs, but how, Hefty is right behind him and the figure that barked that command is in front of him. He chose not to argue though. Of course some of his little smurfs weren’t as quick to follow these stranger’s commands.
“You heard him!” A female voice cried out next. “He said down on the ground!”
“Better do as they say.” Papa Smurf assured them.
“Alright Snappy hit the lights!” The familiar voice calls out.
“Wait, what lights are you talking about Hefty? And why are you telling me to hit them?” Little Snappy Smurfling demanded.
“That wasn’t me, Snappy.” Hefty replied.
“What the - ” the same voice mutters.
The lights came on – surprisingly without a single candle in sight. What is even more surprising is that the smurf’s attackers are two smurfs and two smurfettes. Each one is dressed in what could be night garments. The two female smurfs – one with golden color hair tied back in a ponytail and the other has pink stripes in her blond hair and a purple hat on her head stand on one side of the cornered time-travelers with staff bows wrapped tightly in their grip. On the other side the two male smurfs stand guarding with staff bows in their hands, one male smurf is wearing a purple hat that has flaps draping down in front of his ears and the other smurf in particular appears very much familiar. Each of the attacking smurfs seemed to recognize each of the travelers. Heft looks up and is surprised to see a mirror image of himself standing before him.
“Whoa, this can’t be good.” The smurfette with golden blond ponytail-hair mutters.
The other male smurf in the purple hat does a double take at the twin smurfs. “Dude,” He cries out. “There’s like…two of you.”
“Yes Sorcerer, I can see that.” The slightly older Hefty grumbles – eyeing his young doppelganger carefully.
A loud gasp catches the time-traveling smurfs attention up on a platform. Standing there is an elderly smurfette with twin braids in her silver-grey hair. She has her mouth covered with her hand in surprise. It is obvious that she too recognizes these travelers. Another older smurf with a grey beard and mustache looks down from the other end of the same platform. He appears to have the same reaction of surprise on his face. Who are these different smurfs and why does one of them look just like Hefty?
“Gasping Gofers, who are all of these smurfs?” Little Sassette speaks up.
“Is everything under control here?” Another female voice calls out from a door. The light from the other side creates a long shadow of the elder female as she enters the aircraft bunker. Another shadow seems to be hobbling behind her. The moment the female elder sees their uninvited guests she gasps and takes a step back. She pushes back her pink rimmed glasses on her nose so they don’t fully slip off her nose.
“I swear if this is another false alarm I’ll – ” An elder smurf in a red cap enters and stops in mid-sentence. The elder adjusts his black rimmed glasses as to check if he could be seeing things. He leans on his cane so he doesn’t lose balance and falls over.
There is something oddly familiar about him. But the time-traveling smurfs can’t seem to put their finger on it yet.
With a frown the red-caped elder glares at the smurf and smurfette wearing purple caps. “Sorcerette, Sorcerer Smurf…!” He growls.
“We didn’t do this! Honest!” The young male cried back in defiance.
“Yeah, they just appeared. I swear!” The female added, flying her hands high in the air.
“We’ll vouch for them. They were asleep when the alarm went off.” The golden ponytail smurfette said in a tired tone.
“Thanks Toughette.” Sorcerette sighs with relief.
Before anyone is able to say anything else two other older smurfs enter the bunker. They rush up to the bespectacled elder in the red cap.
“The smurflings are still safely all tucked in and sleeping soundly, Brainy.” The elder in the brown smurf hat says.
“Excuse me,” Papa Smurf couldn’t help but to interrupt at this point. “Did you just call him…” he pauses for a moment as he gets a good look at this older smurf in red cap and black rim glasses. He now sees the resemblance, and sure enough the truth is shocking. “…Brainy?” He says with a gasp.
The bespectacled elder held his breath. To see his idol again is both accelerating and frightening at the same time. With a gulp, Elder Brainy makes a wary smile. “That is correct, Papa Smurf.”
“Smurf-a-roo, I don’t believe this!” Young Snappy cries, slapping his hand on his forehead.
“Well, believe it young smurfer-reno.” The elder that once stood up on the platform is now walking up to the visitors. The smurfette elder that also stood with him is walking two steps behind.
“Amazing,” Papa Smurf marveled at all four older smurfs standing by the much older Brainy. Is it possible? Can it really be them? “Smurflings?” He asks.
“Yes, Papa Smurf.” The elderette with braided hair nods. “Although, it is obvious that we are not smurflings anymore.” She adds with a shrug.
“Aging Alligators, you mean you are me?” Sassette gasps.
“Uh, yeah. I hope you are not disappointed.” The elder Sassette bashfully grins.
“And I suppose that makes you me, right?” Snappy asks the elder beside the older Sassette.
“That is right.” He replies with a wink.
“Smurf-a-roo…” Grandpa Smurf gasps in disbelief.
“Ooh, so where did you come from?” Smurfette cooed as she walked up to Toughette. It is great to finally get to meet another smurfette like herself.
“Somewhere!” The golden haired smurfette snapped. “Where did you come from? A spell book?”
Smurfette gasped loudly over the comment, she didn’t seem to know how to respond to it. The only thought is how does this smurfette know about her past?
“How did you –” She whined, feeling a little emotional to finish her sentence.
“Toughette!” Brainette scowls. “Do not be rude to our guests. That defiantly was not a smurfy thing to say!”
The golden blond smurfette snarls back with a growl. “It’s four in the morning, Brainette!” She snapped. “I’m tired and cranky – if you want smurfy and nice talk to me again at three in the afternoon!”
Not wanting to anger her tough sister any further, Brainette backs off waving her hand up in a surrender posture. She decides to return her attention back to their mystery guests. “Forgive us; we are not use to having visitors at this hour.” She tells them calmly.
“We understand and again we apologize.” Papa Smurf says.
Brainette turns back to Smurfette and says, “If you must know, Smurfette, I am Brainette, the crabby one beside me is Toughette, and over there the young smurfette is Sorcerette. We came from a village of Smurfettes off the coast of Ireland many, many years ago.”
“Ohh, really? A whole village of smurfettes?” Smurfette replied ecstatically. The thought of her not being the only smurfette seemed too good to be true, but seeing these three smurfettes allows her to believe it is possible. Brainette replied simply by nodding ‘yes’.
“Listen why don’t we continue this discussion in a more, ah, comfortable setting.” The elder Brainy suggested. “I’m certain you smurfs have more questions as do we and personally I need to sit down.” He adds as he limps ahead for the door.
“That sounds smurfy, my smurfs are killing me.” Grandpa commented gratefully.
The traveling smurfs start to follow the elders out of the bunker. They pass both a slightly older Hefty Smurf and the cranky blond smurfette. She gives them a growling snarl which caused some of the young smurfs to cower further ahead and catch up with the elders.
“You really know make a smurfy first good impression, don’t you?” A mature Hefty Smurf says walking up beside her.
She looks up at him with a tired cranky frown. “Oh, smurf up! I don’t know about you, but I could use some coffee right about now.” she snaps back at him.
He smiles at his girlfriend as she walks ahead towards the door. Hefty then frowns. So far this is becoming a very puzzling day. He is just getting used to being in this new world, now these smurfs from his past show up. It is strange to see younger versions of Brainy, Snappy, Sassette, himself, and even Sorcerer’s former self, Baby here. Not only that but the smurfs that are supposed to be dead now here too. What is going on? He wondered. Maybe answers will come soon. But first, coffee does sound like a good idea he silently agreed with a tired yawn. Hefty lifts his staff up and pressing the small button in the middle causes the staff retracts into a baton – one quarter of its original size before following the others.
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“And this room is where Brainette and I stay.” Elder Brainy tells his visitors as he leads their visitors on a small tour.
The lights were already on probably since they left the room to check the security alarm in the bunker. This new place is not the smurf village, that’s for sure. Everything is so different. For instance, the rooms are bright without a single candle being lit. Papa Smurf and the others can’t help but to being a little impressed with what they’ve seen so far.
“Are you smurfs thirsty?” Elder Sassette asked in a slightly nervous tone. She heads past Elder Brainy and right into the kitchen. “I’ll make some tea.
“And I’ll make us some coffee.” Toughette yawned, patting her strong mate on the shoulder. She follows the two elders in the kitchen.
The older Hefty nods tiredly as he takes a seat at the end of the dinning room table that is displayed right by the living room. He looks up to see his younger self and the other time traveling smurfs watching each of the older smurfs with great confusion written on their face. The older Hefty can understand their point of view for he had already experienced it three years ago. For him, this feels like déjà vu, only that he is looking at it from a different angle.
“You all must be hungry too.” Nat added. “I’ll cut up some fruit and toast up a few bread slices for all of you.”
“I’ll help you.” Slouchy says as he follows them in the kitchen.
“Why don’t you smurfs have a seat over here? Please, make yourself at home.” Elder Snappy addressed the couch and comfy chairs in the living room. He does a count of the furniture and realizes that there may not be enough for everyone. “Uh, I’ll see if I can find more chairs. Be right back.”
As the older Snappy leaves, Elder Brainy and Elder Brainette both sit down in their comfy chairs. He looks up to see the other smurfs gradually accepting the offer to sit. Papa Smurf, Grandpa, and Lazy Smurf managed to find a place on the couch across from Elder Brainy and Brainette. The first thing Papa, Grandpa, and especially Lazy notice was how cozy the cushions felt on this couch.
“Oh, this long chair is so comfortable that I coul –” Lazy didn’t finish his sentence. His head lowered on the soft arm of the couch and dosed off with a snore.
“Lazy Smurf,” Smurfette hissed, lightly slapping the sleepy smurf on the head.
With a snort, Lazy opens eyes and looks around as if he was hoping the time-traveling experience was just a dream. “Wha –” he whined. He sat up to shifted slightly so Smurfette could sit on the couch too between Grandpa and himself. The smurflings sit down on the floor in front of the couch as well as Clumsy, Wild, Greedy, and Grouchy with Baby sleeping in his arms. The rest of the smurfs stayed standing surveying the room with their eyes.
For a moment there was an uneasy tension in the room. The only sound heard was the light pitter-patter of rain outside through the glass veranda door. Grandpa Smurf found himself personally impressed with the glass door for in all his travels he had never seen a door that you could see through it.
“You have quiet a place you smurfs have here.” Grandpa Smurf finally said, breaking the tense silence in the room.
Elder Brainy and Brainette each nodded and muttered a ‘thank you’ the yellow capped senior.
“I’m sure you smurfs have more questions, so why don’t you ask one – we’ll answer the best we can. Then we can ask you any questions that we will have.” Brainette suggested.
“Alright,” Papa Smurf took a moment to think of what he wanted to ask first. He is temporally distracted with the unusual noises coming from the kitchen. There is a strange gurgling noise that is producing some kind of bean smell. Water sounds as Elder Sassette turns on the tap to fill up the tea kettle. And toast popping from the toaster with Elder Slouchy grabbing them and putting butter on for flavor. Witnessing this brings up the burning question he had since arriving in this time period. “What – when are we?” He asked, correcting his original question.
Elder Brainy takes in a deep breath then answers, “it is the year 2008, Papa Smurf.”
“Amazing, we have traveled over 500 years into the future.” Papa Smurf gasped.
“Yes, you have indeed made quiet the journey.” Brainette remarked. “Now, I have a question. How is it that you are able to be here in this time?”
“Ah, well, you see we have these time crystals.” Papa Smurf illustrated picking out one of the crystals from his small purple bag.
“Time crystals? What are time crystals?” Elder Snappy inquired as he walked in with five folded chairs in his arms.
This puzzled all the time traveling smurfs. Little Snappy gets up from the floor and walks up to his older self with a serious look on his face. “What do you mean you don’t know what time crystals are? You’re me, aren’t you? Don’t you remember going on adventures through time?”
“I’m sorry, I don’t.” Elder Snappy shrugged. He starts handing out the folded chairs to the remaining standing smurfs. Each of the young smurfs stares at it with wonder. It didn’t take long for Elder Snappy to realize why they hadn’t folded out the chairs to sit down. “Oh, you open them up like this.” He demonstrated by grabbing the chair from Vanity and pulled the seat away from the back end, creating an instant chair to sit down in. Elder Snappy then turns to get more chairs that he had left out in the hall.
“What a fascinating design.” Handy said in awe. I never could imagine something like this transforming into something like a chair.”
“Oh trust me when I tell you Handy, you were a smurf ahead of his time. You had invented stuff that humans just started created only a hundred years ago.” Elder Slouchy winked, bringing out a plate of sliced apples and nectarines along with slices of toast. He places them on the coffee table in front of the couch. “Here help yourselves to some fruit and toast. More will come out shortly.”
“Mm, I don’t mind if I do.” Greedy accepted the offer and with one hand he scoops up several pieces of fruit. The other hand he snatches a couple of slices of toast. Very quickly he gobbles them down as if he hadn’t seen food in weeks.
Sorcerer walks over to Elder Snappy as he comes back in the room with more chairs from the hall. The purple capped smurf grabs a couple of chairs from him before taking them over by the couch. Handing one to the young Brainy, Sorcerer offers the other one to any of the smurfs sitting on the floor. Neither one of them wanted it so Sorcerer decided to unfold it and sits it down beside Papa Smurf. He was about to sit down on it when he sees young Brainy having problems with is chair. Sorcerer quickly helps him unfold the chair then sits down. He turns and gives the former red-capped leader a big grin. Of all the stories he was told as a smurfling, he is actually meeting the legend in person. This is the most exciting experience he has ever had to date.
Papa Smurf briefly smiled back at the young smurf before taking a look around the room. He watches each of the other Elders, including the older Hefty, and the two young smurfettes. Each one had the same wonderment expression over the shimmering crystal in his hand.
“Don’t any of you remember these time crystals?” He asked holding out the crystal to them.
“I may be old Papa Smurf, but I would remember if I saw something like that.” Elder Brainy says as matter of fact.
“Is it possible that I may have a closer look at the crystal in your hand, Papa Smurf?” Elder Brainette asks.
“Uh, sure.” Papa Smurf agreed and handed it to her. He watched as she studies the details and shape of the crystal carefully.
“The angle and shape of this crystal is very profound. It’s absosmurfly perfect.” The bespectacled smurfette declared in amazement.
“Yes, the crystals have been around practically since the dawn of time, so to speak.” Grandpa Smurf announced.
Brainette looks up at the two elders on the couch. “Perhaps later we can take these crystals to my lab and study them more closely. That is, if you are willing to do so.” She offers them.
Papa Smurf and Grandpa Smurf exchanged a look of possibilities. It actually could be beneficial to have this opportunity to examine these crystals and have a third party help with their time crystal puzzle.
“Yes that does sound like a smurfy idea.” Grandpa nodded approvingly to the smurfette elder.
“Excellent. After breakfast perhaps?” She asked them.
“Sure, thank you.” Papa Smurf replied.
“Alright, I have to ask this,” Handy says, standing up from his unfolded chair. “I can understand why the rest of you are, well, um, older.” He begins with choosing his words carefully. “But why is it that Hefty over there hasn’t aged much at all?”
The older Hefty raised his eyebrows up at his former best friend. An instant flashback of the last moment he sees Handy alive. His strong heart suddenly feels a sharp sting in it. He turns his head over to his older brother sitting in the chair across from Papa Smurf as if to ask for him to answer this question for him.
Elder Brainy can see the pleading in his brother’s eyes and with a deep breath he says, “Don’t let the age appearance fool you smurfs. Technically, Hefty is still the same age as me.”
“Really? How?” Vanity asks.
“Is it immortality?” Young Brainy suggested.
“Oooh, immortality. I like that.” Sorcerer cooed at the thought of it. “Now that would be something to consider.”
“Don’t get any bright ideas Sorcerer.” The older Hefty snapped. “I personally don’t think being immortal is such a good idea.”
“Why not? It’d be cool don’t you think?” Sorcerette asked, sitting by the table at opposite ends from the older Hefty.
“I’m with Hefty on this one.” Toughette declared as she walks up and hands her mate a cup of coffee before sitting down beside him. “To live for an eternity? I mean sure not ever aging sounds appealing, but what about watching all your friends around you growing old and dying? I don’t think I could live with that.”
“Yeah, that would be really unsmurfy.” The older Hefty nodded in agreement before taking a sip from his cup.
Sassette comes out of the kitchen with a tea pot and ten cups on a tray. She hands out the cups and pours the tea in them. Nat exits the kitchen shortly after with another tray with a plate of more fruit and toast and ten more cups. He hands the cups out to their guests and offers them some food.
“So if it isn’t immortality you have, Hefty, then what is it that makes you, um, unchanged in age?” Handy forces in.
Both Toughette and Hefty paused as they were about to take another sip from their cups. “Ah…” they breathed out. They try to think fast of the best way to explain without telling them all the dramatic details of their experience since the Old Smurf Village.
“Let’s just say we were placed in hibernation crystals for five hundred years.” Hefty finally said.
“About three years ago we were freed to rejoin smurfdom here in Canada.” Toughette adds.
“Canada, never heard of it.” Vanity says as he catches a glimpse of himself in his hand mirror.
“Well, not surprising.” Elder Brainy nods. “Five hundred years ago this country technically did not exist. Back then only Native Indians roamed the land. The only other cultures that knew and invaded this land were ones called Vikings. Nowadays many cultures from several countries live here in a somewhat peaceful environment.”
“Amazing.” Papa Smurf ruminated with what has been told. The world seems to have gotten smaller perhaps.
“I still can’t believe you are the Papa Smurf. I mean, I’ve herd stories that the Elders told, but this is you – in the flesh!” Sorcerer said excitably.
Papa studies the young smurf carefully. Where did he come from? This question has plagued him since the moment he first laid eyes on him. “I don’t believe we’ve been formally introduced, young smurf. Where did you say where you we’re from?”
Sorcerer Smurf makes a wide grin and opens his mouth to say something, but is cut of by Elder Brainy. “Why not take a closer look at him Papa Smurf I’m sure you’ll recognize him.” He says before shifting in his seat to ease the pressure on his lower back. The anticipation in Papa Smurfs discovery is more captivating then his pain. He watched as he picks up his cup of tea with amusement as his mentor studies the features of the young smurf.
Sorcerer sits with an innocent grin as he waits for the former leader of the smurfs to recognize who he is. It is at this moment that the little Baby Smurf wakes up and looks right at the smurf in the purple hat. As if the little infant can tell who he is looking at, he begins to babble and coo at Sorcerer. Sorcerer responds to the littlest time traveler with a knowing smile before looking right into Papa Smurf’s eyes.
Papa Smurf then sees a familiar twinkle in the young smurf’s eyes. To be sure he turns to look at Baby’s innocent eyes then back at Sorcerer. The elder squints to focus his attention closer at that same innocence. Sure enough it is there. Papa Smurf’s eyes widened with surprise.
“Baby?” He cried.
“Baby?” The other time travelers echoed in unison. Neither of them could have guessed this young punk smurf could be innocent little Baby Smurf.
“Actually, I go by Sorcerer Smurf now, but yeah.” Sorcerer smiles bashfully.
“Amazing,” Papa Smurf gasped in astonishment.
“Ok, now I have a question.” Young Hefty speaks up. “On our last trip we ended up home at the Smurf Village. Only everything was burnt to the ground.”
The instance the young Hefty mentions the Old Village the older smurfs all freeze. All the time travelers noticed the equivocal look on their faces. This only raises more questions. Something tells them that these older smurfs are not so willing to tell them what had happened.
“The, ah, Old Village you say. Fascinating,” Sassette stumbles as she nervously trots back in the kitchen with the empty tea pot.
“Well, do you smurfs know what know what happened to the village?” Snappy Smurfling demanded.
“Ah, who wants more tea?” Elder Sassette asked desperate to distract the guests from their question of the former home of the smurfs. “We have different kinds from Japan, and, oh, we have some that just came in from India.”
“Secret Squirrels, isn’t anyone going to tell us what happened to the village? And why there was statue of Hefty on the beach?” Sassette Smurfling asked.
“Statue? What Statue?” Older Hefty looks up with puzzlement. He turns over to Elder Brainy in hopes he can fill in with the answer to this mystery. Unfortunately Elder Brainy shrugged with a confused face back at him.
“The statue on the beach,” Young Hefty repeated with an irritated and emotional tone in his voice. It accrued to him that if there is a memorial statue on the beach then why is there a future self of him sitting here in the room? This is one question these smurfs better not try to avoid. “It said that I’m supposed to be smurfed in two years from now, or then…or whenever!”
For a moment, older Hefty thinks about what has been asked before it dawn on him. “Oh, that statue!” He exclaimed in relief. With a hearty chuckle he adds. “Basically that was built under misunderstanding circumstances.”
“I don’t get yet, what do you mean?” Young Hefty cried throwing his hands up in the air.
“Let’s put it this way, if I really had died do you think I would be sitting here right now talking to, um, myself.” The slightly older Hefty chuckled before taking another sip from his cup.
“Good point.” Young Hefty sighed in relief. “So why was the statue built?”
The older Hefty turns over to the smurfette with golden hair beside him. She in turn looks up at her mate. Both smiled knowingly in each other’s eyes.
“Well, let’s just say there was an accident that leads, ah, you to the village of the Smurfettes,” Toughette begins to explained looking at the young Hefty across from her. “If that hadn’t happened the smurfs would never have met the smurfettes.” She adds placing a reassuring hand on top of the older Hefty’s.
“And don’t worry; you do make it back home along with the smurfettes.” The older Hefty winked at his younger self.
Relieved, the young Hefty can sit back knowing that he isn’t destined to be smurfed. He noticed as well that he gains a mate too, which intrigued him more. She may be a cranky, short-tempered smurfette, but there is an attraction about her that he can see why he would like to hang out with her. The way his future self looks into her eyes shows that those two been through a lot and that the experiences only made their relationship stronger. He loses himself in thought as he looks down at the warm tea in his cup.
The other time-traveling smurfs are as relieved as the young Hefty is that his life is not cut short as they assumed when seeing the memorial statue on the beach. This just leaves them with the same question that is unanswered. How come the village and Gargamel’s home were burnt to the ground? Will these older smurfs talk about that? Papa Smurf and Grandpa Smurf share a wavering glance as if to say something is not right here. Making the smart decision, both elders would just let these future smurfs talk when they are ready to.
With a sudden interest, young Brainy looks around and stops at his older self. It just accrued to him that he must be the leader, being that the red cap and red house coat must mean the highest of seniority in this strange new place.
“So tell me does everyone call us ‘Papa Smurf’ now?” Young Brainy asks with great enthusiasm.
Elder Brainy freezes with his cup barely touching his lips. He glances at his younger self skeptically. “No, not really,” he mutters before taking a sip of tea.
“Oh,” young Brainy briefly appeared disappointed, but then he looked around the room and wondered about the technology that is lighting up the room. He figures that only someone with his brain power could imagine something like this. Again his face brightens as he turns to his older self. “How about this place, I must have played a big role in building it, right?”
Appearing a little annoyed, Elder Brainy again glances up at his younger self. “Actually, Brainette here did most of the engineering towards the architecture of this place we call home.” He slightly turns to his mate beside him and gave her a look as if to say ‘why me.’ She smiles back at him to assure him that she understands what he is going through right now.
Feelings a little confused, young Brainy surveys the room once more. He stops as soon as he recognizes an old friend. It’s a book, but not just any book; it’s a ‘Quotations of Brainy Smurf’. It is incased in a protective glass cover lying down on a special pedicel.
“You must be incredibly busy with writing latest novels of ‘Quotations of Brainy Smurf’?” He asks with great enthusiasm.
Frustrated and slightly embarrassed, Elder Brainy puts down his cup. “To be honest, I don’t write those books anymore. Haven’t done so in almost five hundred years.”
Every one of the time traveling smurfs was taken a back in hearing that. What could have happened to prevent Brainy writing his favorite quotations?
“But what about that book over there?” Young Brainy asked pointing at the protected book.
“That book is part of my personal collection.” Brainette admitted. “I put it in that glass casing to ensure that it is protected from aging.”
“Ah, so you must be my greatest fan then.” Young Brainy assumed.
“Um, more like my equal and lifetime companion.” Elder Brainy corrected, with a growl under his breath. Out of all that he and his mate been through, it is unsmurfy to lower her stature as a mere fan.
Young Brainy congruity nods his head as he says, “Yes that is what I meant to say.”
“Ok, stop it! Just stop it!” Elder Brainy finally snapped at his younger annoying self. He slammed his fist down on the arm of his chair and glared down at the young bespectacled smurf. “You should just admit you don’t know instead of sitting there with your verbal diarrhea making assumptions on topics that are alien to you!”
The room fell silent. Both Brainy’s slowly turned to see all the stunned blue faces.
Toughette gently puts down her empty coffee cup and with a smirk she says, “Gee Brainy you’re really beside yourself, aren’t you?”
Her comment caused a wave of giggles throughout the room, especially Jokey. “Now that was funny!” He says with his signature laugh. Jokey felt like kicking himself for not saying it first.
Only the two Brainy’s and Brainette are not laughing.
“And so it begins,” Elder Brainy sighs, bringing his hand up to his face. He had a feeling someone would start metaphorically saying jokes like this. There’d be a good chance that more will come soon enough.
Brainette takes in a deep breath and gets up from her chair. “Look, it stopped raining and isn’t it time you young smurfs go for your morning workout?” She points out to Toughette, Hefty, Sorcerer, and Sorcerette.
“Hey, she’s right.” Toughette breaks out from her giggle fit to look out the veranda door. Indeed the sky was clearing up and the sun rising from the east creates a welcoming feel. Toughette turns to her mate and two magical friends. “What do you guys say we have an early workout today since we are already awake?”
“That sounds like a smurfy idea lets go.” The strong smurf nods in agreement. He gets up and stretches the last bit of tiredness from his joints before heading for the door.
“I suppose we should get this over with.” Sorcerette sighs.
“Yeah,” Sorcerer says with a yawn.
The young Hefty Smurf watches in astonishment that three other smurfs are actually going to join his older self in a workout.
“Wait a second; are all four of you going for a workout?” The young strong smurf asks with his jaw dropped. He couldn’t even count how many times he bugged his fellow smurfs to go on a daily workout with him now he sees his future self leading with three others going out with him willingly.
Sorcerer and Sorcerette looks at each other then back at the young Hefty.
“Well yeah,” Sorcerette smiles. “We’ve been working out each morning for almost three years now.”
“Really, what do you do besides going out for a jog?” The young smurf tested the magical smurfs.
“Oh, that depends on the day. For example today we will go for a jog and after our martial arts training. Other colder, rainier days we will go downstairs to the gym and do some aerobics, lifts some weights, and of course training with our martial arts.” Sorcerer explains.
“Wow,” The young smurf is defiantly impressed in hearing this.
“Martial arts?” Papa Smurf enquired.
“Yeah,” Sorcerette filled in. “This world is more different then the world you know. Learning martial arts helps us to be prepared for anything. Besides, who will protect this community if something attacks us? Them? I don’t think so…their old.” She adds, jerking her thumb towards the elder smurfs.
Each of the Elders frowned and grumbled over the young punk smurfette’s comment.
“Isn’t martial arts like fighting though?” Little Sassette asks.
Sorcerette looks over at the Elder Sassette and smiles. “She’s quick.”
“Why not, she is me after all.” Elder Sassette winks.
“Actually hon, martial arts is a form of meditation and discipline.” Toughette explains. She then turns to the young Hefty and smiles. “Something I’m sure you will soon be familiar with.” She adds with a wink.
“I, uh, will?” The young Hefty scratched his head in puzzlement.
The older Hefty lets out an exasperated sigh and rolls his eyes upward. “I suppose you want to join us with our morning work out.” He says as more of a suggestion rather then a question.
Toughette glances up at her mate with a cocky grin. “I don’t know,” she begins in a joking manner. “Do you think he can keep up?”
“Oh, I think he can…he is me after all.” Her mate chuckled as he heads for the door with her hand in hand.
“You smurfs be careful though. Our, um, sick friend is still running about out there.” Nat quietly warned the young smurfs. He was cautious and spoke in a low tone so that their guests did not hear.
“It’s ok, Nat. We always do.” Toughette assured the nature loving smurf elder in a whisper. She then turns with a loving look at her mate before walking out the door.
“Hey, are you going to come or what?” Sorcerer called out at the young Hefty.
“Huh, uh, yeah sure.” He turns and smiles at Papa and the others in a sheepish manner before rushing to catch up to the four young smurfs heading down the hall.
Brainette smiled approvingly as she watched the young smurfs leave for their morning exercises. She then turns to the elders; Slouchy, Snappy, Nat, and Sassette. “As for you four,” she begins. “Why don’t you go down to the guests’ quarters and prepare some rooms for our time traveling visitors. They must be tired from their journey and would like to rest for a bit before we introduce them to our smurflings during breakfast.”
“Sure Brainette, right away.” Snappy stands up and does as he is told.
“Come on, smurfs, we’ll show you where you’ll be sleeping.” Sassette ushers the others up to follow them.
“Gee, sleep sounds really good right about now, thanks.” Lazy Smurf gets up and happily goes with the older smurfs. The others all get up as well to follow their elder hosts.
The second the last smurf leaves the room, Brainette gently closes the door. She turns and looks at her red-capped mate and smiles amusingly.
“You were really beside yourself indeed, weren’t you?” She chuckled.
“I had a feeling you were holding that one in.” Brainy groaned.
Brainette walked into the kitchen. She pulled out a small bottle from the cabinet and popped out a few pills from it. She then takes a glass and filled it with water from the tap before walking back over to Brainy.
“Much like how I had a feeling you had been holding back the agonizing pain in your back.” The smurfette elder addressed with concern in her voice. She leaned forward and hands him the pills and glass of water. “Here take your medicine and go lay down for a bit. I’ll clean up and call you when it’s time for breakfast.” She said in a nurturing tone.
“Very well,” he grunted before popping the pills into his mouth and drink from the glass.
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posted 08-27-2008 11:27 PM
That was great! I can't wait for the next chapter!
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The village nutcase.
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