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Topic: "A Home Through Time" - A new SmurfFic
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Amtrak Smurf
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posted 08-28-2008 09:26 AM
R. C., the first two chapters are splendid! Esspecially the part when the two Hefty's meet each other, Deja vu! ![[Razz]](tongue.gif)
But, while I was reading, I see u made a lot of mistakes; u misspelled some words, mistyped some words, and typed in some same words. ![[Confused]](confused.gif)
So if I were u, u should fix it. ![[Wink]](wink.gif)
Keep up the smurfy work! ![[Smile]](smile.gif)
P. S. Make sure that your story has a touch of Thomas & Friends. Please n thank you.
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Raven Child
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posted 08-28-2008 10:54 AM
Thanks Amtrak, but which words are you talking about? Please be specific. I was sure I checked as much as I could with this chapter.
I don't think Thomas & Friends will have any relation to this story I'm afraid. The number one rule to writing is to write what you know...I have no knowledge of Thomas & Friends, sorry.
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Posts: 1276 | From: Canada | Registered: Jan 2005
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Amtrak Smurf
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posted 08-28-2008 11:24 AM
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Originally posted by Raven Child:
Thanks Amtrak, but which words are you talking about? Please be specific. I was sure I checked as much as I could with this chapter.
I don't think Thomas & Friends will have any relation to this story I'm afraid. The number one rule to writing is to write what you know...I have no knowledge of Thomas & Friends, sorry.
Oh, alright. ![[Frown]](frown.gif)
And u know what I mean, I found a lot of mistakes while u typed in the chapters. Reread it more carefully, and u see what I mean. ![[Roll Eyes]](rolleyes.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 08-29-2008 12:03 AM
Ok, this is puzzling. for some reason the second chapter I posted yesturday had errors that should have not been there. I looked at the chapter from my file and it was the one that should have been posted.
I was having some computer problems yesterday so may have had an effect to why there were errors in the chapter. Weird.
Anyway, here's the real chapter:
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 asked as he usually does every time 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.
Handy is the first to notice the strange garment he is wearing, even though it is dark. 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.
“Gosh, where are we now Papa Smurf?” The young carpenter smurf asked.
“Gee, I – ” Papa Smurf paused for a moment as he now notices the strange clothes he’s wearing as well. 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 were a 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 black baggy pants and a loose green t-shirt. Never would he ever think smurfs could dress like this. Where are they indeed? The only smurf that seemed to be dressing normal is Baby in his usual baby attire.
“Oh dear,” Smurfette moaned as she tugged at her new pink dress and shoes.
“You know, I’m not entirely sure my little smurfs.” He replies honestly.
“Well, all I know right now is that if I’m not mistaken the ski 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. 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 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. 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 snapped.
“That wasn’t me, Snappy.” Hefty replied.
“What the - ” the same voice mutters.
The lights came on – surprisingly without a single candle in sight. At the same time the loud siren is turned off and relief came to all the smurf’s ears. As soon as they looked up though they couldn’t believe their eyes – their attackers are smurfs. They were dressed in what could possibly be night garments. On one side of them are two female smurfs – one with golden color hair tied back in a ponytail and the other has pink and purple stripes in her blond hair. There other side stands two male smurfs, 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. That smurf as well seems to recognize each of the travelers. He is even more surprised when he sees a mirror image of himself right beside him.
“Whoa, this can’t be good.” The smurfette with golden blond ponytail-hair mutters.
The other male smurf 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 doppelganger carefully.
A loud gasp catches the 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 recognized surprised look 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 says in a tired tone.
“Thanks Toughette.” Sorcerette sighs with relief.
Before anyone can say anything more two other older smurfs enter the bunker. They rush up to the bespectacled elder in the red cap.
“The smurflings are safely all tucked in, 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’re 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…” young Snappy 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 back at her older sister. “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.
“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 for this.” He adds as he heads 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 different 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 how to 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 need some coffee.” 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 he has to deal with younger versions of Brainy, Snappy, Sassette, himself, and even Sorcerer’s former self, Baby. Not only that but the smurfs that are supposed to be dead now here too. What is going on? He wondered. But first, coffee does sound like a good idea right now and at the same time hopefully some answers would be told as to why these smurfs came to being here. Hefty lifts his staff up and pressing the small button in the middle 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 them into a new room.
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 light up 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 before walking herself in the kitchen as well.
Her strong mate nods tiredly as he takes a seat at the end of the dinning room table. 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 in from the outside.
“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 sits himself down in his favorite chair. 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. The first thing the time travelers noticed, especially Lazy 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,” 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 on the couch too between Grandpa and himself. The smurflings sit down in front of the couch as well as Clumsy, Wild, Greedy, and Grouchy with Baby lying 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 you could see through it.
“You have quiet the place you smurfs have here.” Grandpa Smurf finally said, breaking the tense silence in the room.
Elder Brainy and the others each nodded and muttered a ‘thank you’ the yellow capped senior.
“I’m sure you smurfs have 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. “What – when are we?” He asked, correcting his original question.
Elder Brainy takes in a deep breath and 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 bag.
“Time crystals? What are time crystals?” Elder Snappy inquired as he walks 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.
“What a fascinating design.” Handy said in awe. I never could imagine something like this could transform into something like a chair.”
“Oh trust me when I tell you Handy, you were a smurf ahead of his time.” Elder Slouchy winked, bringing out a plate of sliced apples and nectarines. He places them on the coffee table in front of the couch. “Here help yourself to some fruit. The toast will be on its way soon.”
“Mm, I don’t mind if I do.” Greedy accepted the offer and helps himself to a hand of
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 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.
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, the young male smurf in the purple hat, 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 to let this female smurfette elder to look at the crystal 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 uncertainty, but both felt that it could be beneficial to have a third party help with their time crystal puzzle.
“Yes that does sound like a good 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 hasn’t aged much at all?”
“Don’t let the age appearance fool you smurfs. Technically, Hefty is still the same age as me.” Elder Brainy explains.
“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.
“I’m with Hefty on this one.” Toughette declared as she 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 several pieces of toast and ten more cups. He hands the cups out to their guests and offers them some toast.
“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 bigger perhaps.
“I still can’t believe you are the Papa Smurf. I mean, I’ve herd through stories that the Elders told, but this is you in – 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 with amusement as his mentor studies the features of his young pupil.
Sorcerer sits with an innocent grin as he waits for the former leader of the smurfs to know 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 this 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 punk young 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 stunned look on their faces. This only raises more questions. Something tells them that these older smurfs know what happened, but the real question is will they talk about it?
“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 finding more of what happened to the village. “We have tea 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 sitting here in the room with him and the other smurfs? 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 said 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 myself.” The slightly older Hefty grumbled 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 Hefty to the village of the Smurfettes,” Toughette begins to explain as she places a reassuring hand on top of Hefty’s. “If that hadn’t happened the smurfs would never have met the smurfettes.”
“And don’t worry; you do make it back home.” 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 is intriguing 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 live 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 great 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, we 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 not just any book; it’s a ‘Quotations of Brainy Smurf’. It is incased in a protective glass cover lying down on a special stand.
“You must be incredibly busy with writing latest ‘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.
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 signs, bringing his hand up to his face. He had a feeling someone would start metaphorically saying things 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 jog and 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 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 smurf asks with his jaw dropped. He couldn’t even count how many times he got his fellow smurfs to go on a daily workout with him now he sees his future self heading out 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 going out each morning for a workout 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 a little 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 older 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 good.”
“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 working.” 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 to joke. “Do you think he can keep up?”
“Oh, I think he can…he is me after all.” Her mate chuckled as he heads out the door with her following hand in hand.
“You smurfs be careful though. Our, um, sick friend is still running about.” Nat quietly warned the young smurfs. He was cautious not to speak low 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 with him.
Many of the time traveling smurfs noticed the physical touch between Hefty’s future self and the hot tempered smurfette. The young Hefty himself especially noticed.
“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 smiles approvingly as she watches 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 walks into the kitchen, pulls out a small bottle from the cabinet and pops out a few pills from it. She then takes a glass and fills it with water from the tap before walking over to Brainy.
“Much like how I had a feeling you had been holding back the agony in your back.” The smurfette elder addressed with concern in her voice. “Here take your medicine and go lay down for a bit before we go down for breakfast. I’ll clean up and put these crystals in my lab for analysis later.” She says handing Brainy the pills and water. She then begins to pick up the empty cups and puts them on the kitchen counter.
“Very well,” he grunted as he shifts painfully so that he able to pop the pills into his mouth and drink from the glass.
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raven child i hope you post the next chapter soon i am tired of waiting
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posted 09-21-2008 05:36 PM
raven child i want to know why the next chapter is taking so long please tell me
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Remember... patience is a virtue!
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Smurf-a-roo, here is Chapter 3 for you all to enjoy!
Chapter 3 – The Guest Quarters
Elder Sassette opened the door to a dark room and walked in. The Time Traveling smurfs followed her in – still full of questions of what is happening around them. The grey-haired in braided pigtails smurfette turned on the lights to instantly show several beds in a row on each side of the room. Beside one of the beds at the front end of the room sat a baby’s crib. Each side of the beds has a cabinet and a little table with lamp on it. At the end of the room is a long table. There sat another lamp and a phone. Beside the phone is a paper with a list of names and numbers. Sassette starts to explain the details of the room to the smurfs.
“Ok now. Um, this is our guest quarters. Usually our guests involve a few members from the Fairy Tribe from Africa, but there should be enough beds here for you smurfs.” She described carefully. Glancing behind her, Elder Sassette can see that the time travelers are still confused with their surroundings. With a crooked smile she continues her tour of the room. She goes over to one of the cabinets and opens the door to show its empty storage space.
“If you notice beside each bed has a cabinet where you can, um…” She paused as she realized that these guests came without any luggage or carry bags. Elder Sassette blushes as she slowly closed the cabinet doors. “This is usually where our guests put their belongings, but you smurfs don’t seem to have any. But don’t worry, I’ll go have a look and see what we have in means of change of clothes and other necessities you smurfs may need.”
“Thank you, but we don’t want to trouble you.” Papa Smurf politely assured his hostess.
“Oh no, it’s no trouble Papa Smurf.” Elder Sassette elated. “It’s kind of what we do here.”
She leads the smurfs further down the room towards the long table and points to the lamp.
“Now like every lamp in the room here you push this button here on the stand and the light comes on, push it again and the light will go out.” Elder Sassette explains.
The time travelers find this invention most interesting, for it is a form of magic they haven’t seen before. Especially Handy Smurf was leaning forward to get a better look at the glowing bulb under its protective shaded hat.
The older smurfette reaches to the curious smurfs and ushered them to back off a few steps. “Careful, the bulb can get very hot to the touch and be harmful to the eyes if you stare into the bright beams too long.” She warned them.
Handy and the others did as told. They watched as their hostess began to show another magical item.
“This here is the phone. Our means of communication,” The smurfette elder explained with a broad smile. She continued to explain on how to use the device to the smurfs from the past.
“You pick up the receiver and push these buttons you can then contact any of us no matter where we are.” She points to the list of names and numbers neatly typed out on a piece of paper. It is protected in a lament plastic cover. “Here are each of our names and phone numbers, including the kitchen.”
“The kitchen,” Greedy perked up as he began rubbing his tummy and licking his lips. He can now imagine the types of food the future smurfs might eat besides the fruit and toast he had moments ago.
“Don’t worry, Greedy. You’ll get to see the kitchen later, I promise.” The elder hostess assured the hungry smurf. “Why don’t I show you smurfs how to use the phone first before I go?” She adds. “Now let’s see,” Elder Sassette hums as she pondered the list of numbers. “I know, we’ll call Slouchy,” she chirped. “Just punch the number of the smurf you want to talk to on the pad here then listen for a ring tone…” the elder smurfette held the receiver end of the phone up so the other smurfs can hear the ring tone too. Finally a voice answered, “Slouchy here, what’s up?” and the time travelers are stunned. Elder Sassette pulls the phone back to her ear.
“Hey Slouchy, just testing the phone for our guests…Yeah, um, say do you have a moment to look in our storage for some spare clothes. …That’s right…Ok…meet you there.” She nods before hanging up the receiver then turns to the time traveling smurfs. “Well, that is how to use the phone.” She tells them as she slowly makes her way to the door. “I have to get going, so why don’t you smurfs chose a bed and lie down for a bit and either me, or Slouchy, or Nat will come and get you for breakfast. Stay smurfy till then, alright?”
Before any of the smurfs could say anything the older smurfette left the room and closed the door behind her. For a moment everysmurf stood in silence. Finally Lazy Smurf walked over to one of the beds as he lets out a big yawn.
“I don’t know about you smurfs, but I sure could use a nap before we go for breakfast. And these beds sure look…” before Lazy could finish his sentence, his head hits the soft fluffy pillow and the feeling is so comfortable that he falls asleep almost instantly. His signature snoring echoed throughout the room; which leaves the other smurfs still standing with doubtful looks on their faces.
“Gosh, Papa Smurf this is surly a strange place.” Clumsy Smurf remarked with wide eyes at everything around him.
“Indeed it is, Clumsy. I can honestly say I have not smurfed anything like this place ever. Have you Grandpa?” Papa Smurf asked his yellow-caped elder.
“I can’t say that I have.” Grandpa said in aw with the different surroundings. Even the paintings on the walls and small sculptured statues sitting on a few of the tables seemed different. They are obviously a form of style from a few cultures like Africa, China and even India. Regardless of the noticeable designs, Grandpa Smurf still can’t seem to pinpoint ever seeing them before. They seem very new compared to the traditional paintings and sculptures he witnessed in his travels before returning to the Smurf Village.
“I wonder how they are able to get these lights to turn on the way they do.” Handy ponders. He walked over to one of the lamps beside a bed and begins pushing the button – causing the light to blink on and off.
“Handy, Handy, Handy isn’t obvious?” Brainy said with the act of omniscient.
“Ok Brainy, explain…how does this light work?” Handy huffed, crossing his arms and sits down on the bed behind him.
“Well, um, ah,” The young bespectacled smurf stuttered to find an explanation to the strange device before him.
“Well, Brainy?” Smurfette snapped, as she too is annoyed with the ‘know-it-all’ smurf.
“Yeah, Brainy we’re waiting.” Vanity griped while admiring himself in his hand-held mirror.
The other young smurfs behind him all nod their heads in agreement.
This suddenly put Brainy on the spot. He found himself tugging at the collar of his red shirt in order to get more air down his throat. “Well, it’s just what I said. It’s obvious. You just push this button here and the light comes on and goes out.” He said with a nervous chuckle.
Everyone lets out a groan of disappointment as they roll their eyes skyward.
“Zat is ridiculous, Brainy,” Painter spat. “We already know that pushing the button brings us the light in za room!”
“I hate ‘pushing the button’.” Grouchy grumbled.
“You know Brainy; you should take your older self’s advice and just admit you don’t things.” Young Snappy wisely pointed out.
“Yeah,” The others nod in agreement.
“Speaking of the, er, older version of Brainy,” Handy piped up. “We’ve seen that the Smurflings grow up and even Baby over here,” he added pointing to the sleeping infant in Grouchy’s arms. “But what about the rest of us? I mean shouldn’t we be somewhere around here too?”
“That poses an interesting question, my little smurf.” Papa Smurf mused over the thought there were only a few of his smurfs here in this new world. Where are the rest of the smurfs from the Smurf Village? “Perhaps we can ask our, um, hosts at breakfast.” He suggested.
“Now you’re talking, Papa Smurf.” Greedy agreed, once again rubbing his tummy in anticipation for the meal yet to come.
“In the meantime maybe we should do as requested and rest for a bit.” Papa Smurf again suggested. Without any thought of what else to say, he made his way to an empty nearby bed.
The other smurfs did as told. Grouchy Smurf even found a little crib near one of the beds, so he carefully placed Baby Smurf in the crib and lied down on the bed beside it.
Papa Smurf suddenly realized, as he lied on the bed – staring blankly up at the ceiling – that it might not have been a good idea to let Hefty go with his future self for a workout this morning. Until he is sure this new world is safe for his little smurfs he should have protested anyone separating from the group.
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New chapter...enjoy:
Chapter 4 – Intense Workout and New Surprises
A cool morning breeze brushes through the trees. So far it has been a quiet morning. Coming up the trail, five small shadowy figures come jogging up the hill. The first two to come into view are Hefty in his black sleeve-torn shirt, white shorts, and red running shoes. Beside him is his trusting mate, Toughette. She is wearing her black and pink top, black shorts, and grey running shoes. Not far behind them Sorcerette and Sorcerer Smurf wearing similar styles of purple and black shorts and tops and black running shoes. Beside them is Hefty’s younger self. He seemed to be already dressed for a workout. The time crystals had seemed to know his personality and provided his attire with a yellow and black strip shirt, white shorts, and white running shoes.
So far, the young Hefty, found this workout experiences to be routinely familiar with the workout program he went by back home. The only difference is the new updated workout equipment and weights. After the other smurfs got changed from their pajamas, they first did some aerobic stretches then lifted a few weights before heading out for their morning jog. The time-traveling smurf still can’t believe that his future self not only has a smurfette mate, but that he gets up each morning and exercises with three other smurfs. He had lost count with the many times he had bugged his fellow smurfs back home to join him with his morning workouts, all had refused with a number of excuses.
This workout had indeed been intensive so far. In all of his travels through time, young Hefty can’t seem to remember the last time he has felt each muscle in his body beginning to ache. It could be the hills they are running against. Back home there weren’t many hills around the Smurf Village. Wait till he can tell his fellow time-traveling smurfs. They wouldn’t believe all the things he had seen so far. From music making boxes they played during their aerobic stretching and weight lifting to the advanced workout machines that Handy Smurf could only dream about building. To now, with all the hills along the path he’s jogging on, no smurf would believe him for sure.
The young Hefty wondered what else he would see before they jogged their way back to the Smurf Community. It is at that moment the smurfs jog past a clearing and the city below horizon was exposed. The young time-traveler found that he started slowing down then stopped to get a clear view of the strange tall buildings and metal bridge. It just seemed that everything moved no matter where he looked. Even on the water strange looking boats moved in incredible speeds. His heart began to pound heavily as he tried to catch his breath while mesmerized by the scenery below the mountain landscape.
Sorcerette and Sorcerer Smurf stopped and turned to see why the fifth jogger started to lag behind.
“Hey, what’s wrong? Why did you…” Sorcerer called out to the young time-traveler before glancing over to what he is staring at. “Oh,” after seeing the city, Sorcerer understood the young smurf’s confusion.
Sorcerette smiled as she walked up to the young Hefty Smurf. “Nice view, huh?” She said.
“Wha-what is it?” He replied in between pants.
“It’s the human city.” She answered calmly. “Trust me when I say it is a lot larger as you get closer to it.”
“Wow,” the young time-traveler gasped.
“Look lively smurfs,” Toughette hollered from the top of the path. “We can give a proper tour later. Right now we are still in the middle of our morning jog and spar training!”
“Spar training?” The young Hefty echoed.
“Uh huh, come one we’ll show you.” Sorcerer Smurf nodded before leading the way with a sprint in his run up the hill.
The moment that two magical smurfs and time traveler reaches the top of the hill they can see that Toughette and Hefty’s mature self already practicing a form of martial arts with long sticks. As far as Hefty knew smurfs do not fight, and these two appeared to be fighting.
“What are they doing?” The time traveler asked with a stunned expression.
“It’s called martial arts. To make a long story short in the future smurfs need to be faster, stronger, and able to defend themselves if attacked.” Sorcerette explained.
“That is why your future self and Toughette had us join them each morning.” Sorcerer Smurf shrugged. “They want to make sure we know how to defend ourselves just in case we get into trouble. In other words, not just our magic will save us, but our skills too.”
“Really,” Hefty gasped.
Toughette and her mate finished their spar training and turned to two magical smurfs. “You two ready?” She asked.
“Always are,” Sorcerer Smurf proudly assured them.
“Then get over here.” The matured Hefty ordered.
The young magical smurfs did as told. Hefty and Toughette pulled out a scarf out of each of their pockets and tied them over their eyes.
“Hey what do you guys think you’re doing?” The young time-traveler cried out.
“Have a little faith; oh youthful self of mine,” Hefty assured the young time-traveler.
“Relax, we’ve done this before.” Sorcerette chimed. She reached for sparring stick from her belt and expanded it by pushing the button on it. Sorcerette then assumed the ready position for an attack.
“Yeah, this will be over sooner than you think.” Sorcerer Smurf chuckled. He too got into the ready position with his sparring stick in hand.
“Don’t be too sure of yourself. You still need work on your blocking.” Hefty warned. He turned to look over at his younger self and smiled. “Just sit there and watch. You will get to learn this stuff eventually.”
The young time-traveler was impressed as he watched the magical smurfs defend themselves without the use of their eyes. He noticed they were using their telepathic abilities to tell where and how their attackers would strike next. Sorcerer nearly blew it by letting his guard down and was tripped. He quickly recovered however, and flipped back and landed perfectly on his feet. Fifteen minutes later they finished the sparring practice and all five smurfs jogged back to the community. They walked in through the doors and headed down the hall.
“Alright that was a great work out smurfs. Now let’s all hit the showers. ” Toughette ordered. “Especially you, you smell.” She added as she playfully pushed her mate away from her.
“Why you never complained about my smell before in the good old days.” Hefty chuckled.
“In the old day’s deodorant hadn’t been invented yet. Back then I only tolerated the smells.” Toughette joked – she pushed her mate away again as he was trying to get close to her.
Sorcerer and Sorcerette chuckled in amusement, while the young time-traveler raised his eye in confusion. He lifted his arm up to smell his own armpit. Do smurfs actually smell? And what is deodorant?
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Toughette and Sorcerette got out of the shower and started to dry off their hair. Sorcerette finished and began putting on her makeup. Toughette glanced over as she continued to dry her hair with the hair dryer. She began to frown. With a sigh she turns of the hair dryer and turns to Sorcerette.
“For the hundredth time, Sorcerette, it’s breakfast – not the Blue Moon Ball!”
“So you say, Toughette.” Sorcerette chuckled as she lifted the lipstick away from her face. “I just happen think its fun to put makeup on.”
Toughette again frowned. She slowly put down the hair dryer and picks up her brush. “You sound like a sister I once had.” She said quietly.
“I know, you often tell me that too.” Sorcerette said with a sympathetic smile.
Sassette enter the smurfette’s bathroom with a smile. “Oh good you are already. I brought a helper this morning.” She adds as she addresses Smurfette walking in behind her.
Toughette walked up to her with a serious look on her face. “Do you know how to braid hair?” She asked bluntly.
“Oh, why yes. I –” smurfette chirped before being cut off.
“Perfect, you’re hired. Follow me please.” Toughette led Smurfette to the bathroom counter where there are many hair products lying neatly in a row. “Here we have hair clips, scrunches, elastic thingies, regular hair bands, not to mention brushes and different sizes of combs.
Smurfette picks up one of the brushes and with a pleasant smile she begins to comb Toughette’s hair.
“Now here’s the situation, we…” Toughette pauses as soon as she feels someone brushing her hair. She looked up to see Smurfette’s reflection in the mirror standing behind her. “What are you doing?” She asked.
“You said you wanted me to braid your hair.” Smurfette explained.
Sorcerette and Sassette tried to conceal their giggles, but failed.
Toughette turned and whipped her hair out of Smurfette’s grasp. “Not my hair,” she growled.
As if on cue the squeaks of young voices come parading in through the door. Over a hundred female smurflings rush over to the adult smurfs and each one lined up to have their hair done up in pretty bows and burettes. There are smurflings of all different styles of hair and color. Some have short hair, others have long. There are smurflings that have brunette hair, orange color hair, fiery red hair, even amber hair, others have raven black hair, and there are a variety of smurflings with blond hair too.
With a smirk on her face, Toughette reaches her hand out to present the smurflings to the time traveling Smurfette. “Their hair,” She said.
“Oh, wow!” Smurfette gasped.
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Hefty came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist, still overwhelmed that hot water can magically come out of a pipe. He looked up to see his older self already dressed as well as Sorcerer Smurf. Sorcerer looked up and smiled at the young time traveler.
“Did you have a good shower?” The young magical smurf asked.
“Huh? Oh yeah,” Hefty nodded absently. He grabbed another towel and rubbed his arms and back dry before putting on white shorts and the red tank top he arrived in.
The mature Hefty looked over and realized that there was a noticeable problem with his younger self. “Ah, we may need to put a long sleeve shirt on you.”
“Why?” The time-traveler looked up in shock.
“Ah, because it is weird enough that we both look too much alike, but it will confuse the smurflings with us wearing the same tattoo.” The older Hefty pointed out, grabbing his younger self’s arm to show him the issue that is being addressed.
“Oh,” young Hefty had no reason to disagree with himself.
Sorcerer Smurf reached in his locker and pulled out a navy blue sport’s hoody. “Here put this on,” he offered.
The young time traveler did as told and with Sorcerer’s help he zipped it up so that only part of his red tank top showed. “Better?” He asked.
“Well, it will have to do.” The mature Hefty sighed.
“Hey smurfs, are you all ready in here? The smurflings are on their way with Slouchy.” Snappy Smurf asked as soon as he entered the room. He turned to notice what the time-traveler was wearing. “Nice hoody,” he commented.
“What?” The time-traveler gave a perplexed look. He never heard this term being used before.
“The thin jacket you are wearing.” Snappy said.
“Oh, ah…thanks.”
“Alright in you go smurflings.” Slouchy announced as he led several little smurfs in the bathroom. “Let’s get you all washed up for breakfast.”
In all of his time traveling experience, never before did Hefty would imagine in seeing so many smurflings in his life. In fact the last time he saw this many smurflings was when he was a smurfling himself. He watched in awe as his future self and the other adult smurf herded the smurflings to get cleaned up at the sinks. Finally he walked up to get a closer look at the scene. Every so often a pair of little eyes would look up with funny stares. They could tell that there was something familiar about him, but couldn’t really put a finger on it. Hefty stopped just behind his future self.
The little smurfling he was helping had just finished drying his face and looked up. To his surprise there were two Heftys standing in front of him.
“Uh, Hefty did someone just clone you?” Tech asked as he turned to face his older friend in the black sleeve-torn shirt.
“Um no, why?” Hefty shrugged. He kneeled down to help dry his little buddy’s hands with a towel.
“Well because there are two of you standing here.” Tech pointed out.
Both Heftys glanced at each other, neither of them was sure of what to say to the young smurfling. Finally the older Hefty smiles down at Tech. “Oh, him…he’s a visitor…from out of town”
“Hi,” the young time-traveler waved at the little smurfling.
“Really,” Tech eyed both smurfs suspiciously. “What’s his name?” He asked, crossing his arms.
“Surprisingly enough, his name is the same as mine.” The mature Hefty chuckled.
“His name is, Hefty…?” Tech raised his eyebrow. He then started to shake his head. “Too confusing,” he said. “Why don’t we just call him Frank?”
“Frank?” Both Heftys echoed at once. The older Hefty started to choke on his own breath as he started to laugh at that suggestion. “Why do you think we should name our visitor, Frank?”
“I don’t know. He just sounds like a Frank to me. Frank Welker.” Tech grinned.
“Will you just get going, or you’ll be late for breakfast.” The older Hefty smiled with amusement as he ordered the young smurfling.
“Frank,” The time traveling smurf shook his head.
“What can I say?” The mature Hefty chuckled. “Smurflings these days… What an imagination.”
“Yeah,” Young Hefty raised his eyebrow. He then looked over to the smurflings leaving the bathroom one by one. “You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say that smurfling reminded me a lot of Handy Smurf.”
The older Hefty’s face grew long as painful memories came flooding back. “Yeah, he does.” He turned away before his younger self could notice his sadden look.
His younger self did notice though and was about to say something when Sorcerer Smurf walked up.
“Say, are you hungry?” He asked the young time traveler.
“Um, yeah I am actually.”
“Great, let’s go then.” As Sorcerer takes his arm over the young Hefty’s shoulder and leads him away, the young traveler glances over his shoulder to notice his older self with his back turned with his hands leaning on the bathroom counter as if he’s brooding over something.
He watches in the mirror reflection as the last of the smurflings leave with Sorcerer and his younger self. Hefty takes in a deep breath.
“Get it together, Hefty. That was in the past.” He reminds himself. “Only one thing matters now. You must protect and watch over the smurflings.” With another deep breath, Hefty finally turned away from the counter and headed straight for the door.
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posted 01-30-2009 02:22 PM
what a story. ![[King Smurf]](graemlins/King_Smurf.gif)
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posted 02-01-2009 04:25 AM
A good chapter, and it was a pleasure to read. I have followed your writing here for a while now. If I am not being too presumptuous, in my opinion it keeps getting better and better.
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posted 02-01-2009 12:46 PM
Another update: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4461844/5/
Chapter 5 – Breakfast Time
Papa Smurf and the other time traveling smurfs found that this new world has a lot of impressive things. So far the things they found most impressive are the magical ceiling lights and talking boxes that these future smurfs use to communicate with each other. Papa Smurf is still in disbelief that a small handful of his little smurfs are now grown up, especially the smurf that was once known as Baby Smurf that is cooing happily in his arms. It had been so long since they had seen the Smurf Village it is hard to imagine what it looked like now. The nagging question still remains, would they ever make it back? Their hosts, as bizarre as they may seem, have been quite generous with their hospitality. An hour ago Elder Sassette and Slouchy came in and offered them new clothes and asked Smurfette if she wouldn’t mind helping with getting of the smurflings ready for breakfast. Not sure if he should allow that, Papa Smurf reluctantly agreed to it. After Papa and the others got changed and cleaned up, Elder Nat led the visitors to the dining hall.
“Ok, smurfs this is our dining hall. We’ve arranged a spot so you all can sit at a table by ours.” Nat explained.
The first thing the smurfs noticed was the lovely smell of muffins and also a hint of scrambled eggs. Papa and the others never realized how hungry they were till they entered in this great hall. The smells coming from this place was incredible.
All the time travelers are impressed with how big it was too. It was like entering the biggest room in a castle back home. The ceiling was quite high, not like the homes back in the old Smurf Village. There were lights lit up in the ceiling that were not chandeliers, but the same kind of magical lights that were seen in the hallways. At one end of this strange room was another room hidden behind a wide open window. Greedy recognized part of it to be some sort of kitchen, but not one he has ever seen before. Further down the hall several long tables sat in rows. Each table looked like they could seat six to eight adult smurfs and possibly ten to twelve smurflings.
From what they could count there was at least nineteen tables and two longer ones that the front, near the kitchen. How many smurfs are there in this new world?
“Here you go smurfs.” He said addressing the longer of the two tables near the kitchen. “This will be your table. Go ahead and sit down. The others will be joining us soon.”
“Thank you my little Sm…ah, I mean, thank you, Nat.” Papa Smurf corrected himself.
Nat smiled. He still remembered the last time Papa Smurf called him his ‘little smurf’. “It’s ok, Papa Smurf. I’ll bring breakfast out soon.” He said before heading for the kitchen.
Papa Smurf and the others took their seats at the same time Elder Brainy and his mate, Brainette walked in. They both smiled up at their guests as they walked up to their table.
“Good morning smurfs. Did you rest well?” Elder Brainy asked.
“Oh yes, those beds were quite cozy.” Lazy Smurf nodded.
“That’s good. We try to keep the rooms comfortable for our all our guests.” Brainette smiled as she placed her pink laptop computer on the table beside her plate.
“What is that?” Handy Smurf pointed to Brainette’s machine.
“What is what?” Brainette looked up. She wondered what he was asking till she noticed that he was pointing at her laptop. “Oh, this is called a laptop. It’s a portable computer that can carry over a thousand books of information.”
“A thousand books? Stored in that thin thing? Impossible.” Young Brainy commented in an ignorant manner.
Elder Brainy and Brainette smiled knowingly at each other before facing their guests again.
“In a matter of speaking it is possible, Brainy.” Brainette said. “In fact, there so many forms of technology that can do so much that we smurfs could only dream about back in the old days of the Smurf Village.”
“Really?” Handy Smurf scratched his head in wonder. He was now looking forward in checking out some of this technology.
Before anyone else could ask these Elder’s another question a sound of chatter and pitter-patter of little smurfs came running into the dining hall. Papa Smurf attempted to count them but lost his place after 75 smurflings. There was just too many rushing to their seats to keep track which one he already counted to which ones he hadn’t. He looked over to Grandpa Smurf and the other young smurfs with him. They all had the same shocked expression. Each of them looked up at Papa Smurf before Papa Smurf himself turned to face the two Elders sitting at the other table.
Elder Brainy and Brainette beamed with pride as they watched their little smurflings rushing to their assigned table. They looked over to the smurfs staring at them from the other table and started to smile even wider.
“What do you think of our little smurflings, smurfs?” Elder Brainy asked.
“Amazing. Ah, how many are there?” Papa Smurf wondered.
The two elders hoped he’d ask that question. “Two hundred and thirty, Papa Smurf,” Brainette started. “There are exactly a hundred and fifteen little smurfettes and a hundred and fifteen little smurfs.”
“Wow,” All the time travelers gasped at once.
Finally Smurfette and Hefty enters with the other future smurfs. Slouchy points towards their fellow time-travelers sitting at the table before heading straight to the kitchen with the future Hefty, Toughette, the two magical smurfs, and Snappy. Smurfette and Hefty nodded and thanked Slouchy before heading straight to Papa and the other smurfs.
“Oooh, Papa Smurf,” Smurfette cooed. “Have you ever seen so many smurflings in all your life?”
“No, I can’t say that I have.” Papa Smurf honestly replied.
“How about you, Grandpa Smurf?” Young Hefty asked.
“I have to admit that in all my years, young wiper-smurfer that so many smurfs have existed at once.” Grandpa answered.
“Hey Hefty are you cold?” Jokey Smurf asked as he tugged at the navy blue hoody the strong smurf was wearing. “I didn’t know winter had already begun.” He snickered.
“No,” Hefty snarled. He jerked away from Jokey’s playful grasp and sat down. “Apparently my future self doesn’t like the idea that we look too much alike. I must have my tattoo hidden so these smurflings are not confuse and thinking that I had been cloned or something like that.” He grumbled.
One by one the future smurfs came out of the kitchen pushing a trolley with trays of food. Each of them began handing a tray to the smurflings one by one. Sorcerer Smurf turned and headed straight for the guest table.
“Here you go smurfs. Breakfast is served.” He announced, handing each of them a tray with scrambled eggs, hash browns, and a try of muffins he placed in the center. “If you need anything else, don’t hesitate to ask ok.”
“Thanks, I might just do that.” Greedy said as he picked up the fork by the plate in front of him and started to dig into the hash browns.
“Smurf-a-roo!” Little Snappy and Sassette cried at once. They picked up their forks as well and scooped up some of the scrambled eggs.
The other future smurfs finished handing the smurflings their breakfast then sat down with Elder Brainy and Brainette. They instantly began to eat and chatted amongst themselves.
“So, any thoughts on what is happening here with, um, our guests?” Sorcerer Smurf asked.
“Not too sure yet Sorcerer dear,” Brainette answered, not even looking away from her laptop. She absently grabs a slice of toast and began munching on it.
“We are hoping to get more information later when we can talk to Papa and Grandpa Smurf.” Elder Brainy said. He smeared some jam on his piece toast then started to eat it.
“How long do you think they will be here for?” Elder Sassette asked before biting down on a muffin.
“Hard to say Sassette,” Brainette mumbled after swallowing her food. “Depends on what we can do to help.”
“Well, it sure looks like they may have traveled a long time.” Slouchy commented.
“Yeah, and the way they are digging into their breakfast it seems like they hadn’t eaten a real decent meal in a while either.” Elder Snappy added.
“Say Brainy,” Hefty leaned in and whispered to his older brother. “Any idea on why neither of us can remember going on this little journey through time?”
Elder Brainy swallowed the food he was chewing than gave an indistinct look to his younger brother. “I don’t know, but I’m hoping to find that out too.”
Sorcerer suddenly had a thought. He shook his finger in the air as he forced down a mouth full of food. “What if and this is a big if, that these smurfs are from a different dimension?”
“I won’t deny that you pose a plausible argument,” Brainette stated. She typed a few key words on her laptop before continuing. “But from the information I gathered on the internet that these time crystals are as they say, they travel in time – not dimensions.”
“Ok, but what about the space time continuum?” Sorcerette asked in a jokingly manner.
“Alright, now you guys are starting to sound like a bad Star Trek episode.” Elder Snappy chuckled.
“Star Trek? Isn’t that, erm, show you were showing us last year with these guys going around with swords that flash with light, and they fly in space on a ship called the Century Eagle?” Toughette wondered.
“Uh, no, that’s Star Wars. We’re talking about Star Trek. And by the way, the ship in that movie is not called the Century Eagle it’s called the Millennium Falcon.” Sorcerer corrected her.
“Star Trek, Star Wars. What’s the difference?” Hefty said, shaking his head.
“Dude! You did not just say that!” Sorcerer chuckled in disbelief. The other smurf elders including Sorcerette all began to chuckle knowingly.
“What? They both take place in space, don’t they?” Hefty huffed in exasperation.
“Ok let me explain this to you one more time,” Sorcerer leaned towards the strong smurf.
“Oh no, here we go again.” Elder Brainy sighed. He tried to focus more on stirring his tea and taking a sip.
“Star Wars is an epic adventure that happened in a galaxy far, far away.” Sorcerer began. “It’s simply about good and evil. The Jedi’s verses the Empire. Star Wars is based a combination of science fiction with religion, mythology and politics. The characters fighting skills are a cross between a mystical energy called the force and samurai-like martial arts.”
“Yeah, that is what I like about those movies.” Toughette cheered. “The sword fights only instead of swords they have those light blades.”
“Light sabers,” Elder Sassette corrected with a yawn. “They are called light sabers.”
“What ever.” Toughette waved off. She grabbed a muffin from center plate and began to eat it.
“Anyway,” Sorcerer continued, getting back to the topic. “Star Trek is totally different, dude. It represents a utopian society and the technology of a civilization only a few centuries distant from now. They travel in space on a ship called the Enterprise as they encounter alien worlds. Star Trek focuses on the voyages of other various starship or space station crews commissioned by Starfleet, the deep space exploratory, scientific, diplomatic, and militaristic branch of the Unite Federation of Planets. They have really cool characters on there like, like Klingons. Great warriors that go around saying things like…ah, ‘Iw blo QitgDag bllengju’!”
“What does that mean?” Hefty wondered.
“According to the Klingons, It means ‘May you travel the river of blood’.”
“That’s disgusting!” Hefty protests, shaking his head in regret asking that question.
“Yeah, I’m trying to eat. You mind?” Brainy adds, as he spits a piece of toast he was chewing into a napkin. The other elder smurfs and Sorcerette started giggling as they found this conversation quite amusing.
“That’s it; I’m putting an end to this conversation once and for all.” Brainette announces, closing her laptop shut with a force. “Is this how degrading our conversations at the breakfast table has come down to? I mean seriously, debating the difference between two entirely different space shows. We are smurfs and we need to live up to our own heritage and not what we watch on the TV or movie screens. And you Sorcerer Smurf, it’s ‘Iw blQtqDaq bllengjaj’! Honestly, if you are going to quote something make sure you are quoting it correctly!” Brainette spoke up in a fluster.
There is a brief pause at the table. Finally Brainy lifts his finger and shakes it at his mate.
“I knew it,” he said, “You are still upset that they cancelled Star Trek.” Everyone, save for Brainette, burst out in laughter.
“What?” Brainette stutters, trying to avoid her true feelings on the subject, but her blushing cheeks gave it away. “That’s preposterous. You are out of your smurf if you think for one moment I am brooding over that old TV series!” She said, glaring heavily at Brainy.
Elder Brainy’s smile faded to a more serious expression. “You are right, my love.” He said then turned to the other smurfs at the table. “We need to get back on topic here.”
Meanwhile at the other table Papa and the other time-traveling smurfs overheard the future smurf’s conversation. Neither one of them knew what to say or do about this situation. They all turned to look up at Papa Smurf for guidance.
“Papa Smurf, do you know what they are talking about?” Young Brainy asked.
“I don’t know, my little smurfs, I don’t know.” The red-capped elder replied with uncertainty. This is one world where he really felt out of place.
The smurfs breakfast was quickly interrupted when an intruder alarm went off. The smurflings all jumped up on their seats screaming “she’s back, she’s here!” Toughette, her mate Hefty, Sorcerer and Sorcerette all threw down their muffins and toast before getting up so fast that their chairs flew back on the floor. Quickly they ran out of the dining hall with military-like actions. Nat Smurf got up as quickly as he could and followed behind them. The smurflings were about to get up and run for the door when Elder Sassette, Snappy, and Slouchy stood up before them.
“Sit down smurflings!” Elder Brainy barked. “Let us handle this!”
Brainette turned to their guests who were all scared and confused with what was happening right now. “Papa Smurf, smurfs, please excuse us there is a situation here that we must take care of right now.”
“Is there anything we can do to help?” Papa Smurf offered.
“No Papa Smurf, we got this.” Elder Snappy said. As he heads out the dining hall he waves to the smurflings that were about to follow him. “Smurflings stay!” He yelled.
This really made the time travelers felt like they were out of the loop. What was going on? Are they under attack? They must find out what is going on.
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posted 02-03-2009 05:24 AM
I like it, that is very nice. ![[Happy Smurf]](graemlins/Happy_Smurf.gif)
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posted 02-03-2009 05:00 PM
Great new chapters! I love the fact that even the smurfs get star wars and star trek mixed up! lol
I can't wait to see what caused the alarm... I'm excited and scared to find out!
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posted 02-05-2009 03:37 PM
Yet another splendid chapter, R. C.! But that's not fair, you add a touch of S. W. and S. T.. Please, add a little Thomas & Friends, or a smurfling who likes it. Thank you.
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