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Lazy Smurf
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posted 01-15-2012 01:15 PM
i would like to know as well
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HELLO SMURFY WORLD!
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Rowena
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posted 01-15-2012 01:50 PM
Thanks! I'll be sure to let you all know how it goes! ![[Big Grin]](biggrin.gif)
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"It is easy to pretend we are strong. It is much harder to admit we are weak. A true friend, by loving every part of us, teaches us to love our weaknesses."
~Quotation from Brainy Smurf
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posted 07-11-2012 06:43 PM
Hi Every Smurf!
Sorry I've been away so long. I've been really busy with research and school stuff, then travel and family stuff, then more research and family stuff, but today I finally had some time to sit down and finish this chapter so, here it is! I hope you enjoy it!
Part XVI
The Professor's secretary had left for home by the time Brainy and Clumsy finally left the Professor's office.
"It's gettin' dark already," Clumsy said, peering out the window behind the secretary's desk. "We'd better get moving, or we'll be late for supper!"
"Do we eat here, at the university?" Brainy asked.
"Oh, no, Brainy," Clumsy said. "We Smurfs always eat supper at home. As a family!"
"And when you say home..." Brainy said. "You mean..."
"Why, Smurf Village, of course!" Clumsy said. "Come on, Brainy. We should be just in time to catch the last bus."
"Bus?" Brainy asked.
Clumsy shook his head.
"I'll explain on the way. Just hurry. If we miss the bus, we'll have to walk home, an' it's a pretty long way to smurf in the dark..."
*******
The Smurf Village Clumsy led him to was a far cry from the tiny, close-knit community Brainy knew. This was a bustling city set in the middle of the forest; a city of multistory shops and apartments. The only thing he recognized was the mushroom-shaped roofs.
Brainy looked around, aghast and awestruck by the sheer scale of the place. Everywhere, unfamiliar Smurfs ranging from Brainy's real age to Clumsy's current age streamed in and out of the brightly colored shops and up and down the broad, paved streets. All the movement and hurry and chatter made the displaced Smurf feel quite disoriented.
"Who are these strange Smurfs?" Brainy asked as they maneuvered the crowded sidewalk. "Where did they all come from?"
"Well, gosh, Brainy," Clumsy said. "They come from right here! See, the Blue Moon's come twice since your time. Once when our Baby Smurf turned three hundred, and again when he turned four hundred. We've got a whole new generation of young Smurfs now, and about a hundred little Smurflings too. That means there's about..."
He paused to count on his fingers.
"Oh, gosh. Maybe some three hundred four Smurfs livin' in Smurf Village right now!"
He giggled.
Brainy stared.
"Amazing," he said. "And am I in charge of all of this, as well as the University?"
Clumsy laughed.
"Oh, gosh no, Brainy," he said. "Runnin' a village this size would be far too big a job for just one Smurf. No, we smurf a committee for that."
"A committee?"
"Yeah. The Committee of the Hundred Smurfs. Aside from the five Smurfs who smurf permanent seats, every Smurf over the age of one hundred and one takes it in turns to smurf their smurfic duty in a rotating schedule. That way every Smurf has a turn to represent the district where they live, every Smurf has a voice shaping Smurfland festivals, laws, and policies, and no Smurf feels left out!"
Brainy groaned.
"Oh my Smurf," he said, clapping a hand to his forehead. "Everything here is so confusing! Which Smurfs smurf the permanent seats?"
"Well, it's supposed to be the five elder Smurfs who most represent all smurfy interests. Our Founding Smurfs, the younger Smurfs like to call them." Clumsy chuckled. "They're the ones every Smurf smurfs to for help when the Committee gets stuck on a problem. So, there's Grandpa – he represents all Smurfs. Then, Papa – he speaks up for the Smurflings. Smurfette speaks for the Smurfettes. Handy, Greedy, Tailor, Miner – they share a seat and smurf up for the Working Smurf. Then, you represent the interests of the University community.
"Me?" Brainy said, his eyes lighting up behind his glasses. "You mean, I have a permanent seat?"
"Uh, well, uh... The Professor does, sure," Clumsy said. "He is a Founding Smurf, after all."
"A Founding Smurf!"
Brainy practically glowed.
"You know, Clumsy? I'm getting to like this future better all the time!"
"Uh, well, that's great, Brainy. I guess. But, I'm hungry. Whaddya say we-"
"Evenin', Smurfs!" a chipper voice called out.
A happy looking Smurf, maybe about four hundred years old, waved from across the street and started to cross over. As he worked his way through the crowd, Clumsy leaned over to Brainy.
"Brainy, this is Papa Smurf," he whispered. "He an' his smurfy helpers take care of all the Smurflings."
Brainy squinted.
"What? That Smurf isn't Papa Smurf! Where's the real Papa Smurf?"
"If you mean Grandpa, he's probably already at dinner. Oh, hi, Smiley Smurf!" he said to the approaching stranger.
The stranger laughed, warm and bright.
"Smiley," he said. "That's one I haven't heard in a while. At least you didn't call me Baby! Still get that one now and then."
Brainy stared.
"B-Baby...?"
"I know, ridiculous isn't it?" the grown Smurf said. "Four centuries old, and the Founding Hundred still see me as a little baby. None of you Smurfs ever do call me Papa."
He laughed that warm, happy laugh.
"I get it, though. I feel the same way about my first group of Smurflings. Have to keep reminding myself they're all grown up! You ever feel that way about your students, Professor?"
"Uh...well..." Brainy stammered, unable to take his eyes from the Smurf's round, clean-shaven face.
"Yes indeed, it sure is hard seeing the time go by," the Smurf said. "Well, I'll say 'bye for now. Got to smurf the little ones their dinner."
He shook Brainy's hand, then Clumsy's, then brought two fingers to his mouth and whistled, loud and shrill.
A laughing, tumbling, skipping group of Smurflings poured out from among the crowd and arranged themselves into twenty neat rows of five. The grown Smurf did a quick head count. Then, with a shout, the giggling group started moving.
Brainy stared at the way the crowds of shopping Smurfs made space for them, laughing themselves and waving to the little Smurflings as they passed.
"Great Smurfs," Brainy said. "It's like smurfing the Pied Piper!"
Clumsy chuckled.
"Uh, yeah. I guess it is!" he said, and took Brainy's hand, pulling him through the crowd. "But now we really do have to hurry. If we don't get to dinner soon, those little Smurflings will smurf up everything in sight!"
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Slouchy, Snappy, Nat, and Sassette left the cavernous dining hall with their minds and their stomachs full to bursting. Although they weren't activated at the moment, the displaced Smurflings still wore their Guises, and they'd been warned repeatedly by both Handy and Marina that they had to keep wearing their Guises no matter what because there was no way he'd make them another batch.
"That Handy," Slouchy said, scratching the blue skin under the Guises's colorful band. "He sure didn't let us smurf out of his sight for a second!"
"Yeah," Snappy agreed. "How were we supposed to really explore that huge University place with him smurfing over our shoulders the whole time!"
"Well, we'll get to smurf there again tomorrow," Sassette said.
"Yeah, but tomorrow we'll have to do classes," Nat said. "Well, smurf the students some tests, anyway. That fuddy-duddy Handy doesn't trust us to actually smurf them any lessons."
"I don't know," Slouchy said, looking around at the moonlit market street. Most of the Smurfs had gone to dinner, and the shops were closed and dark. "Maybe that's a good thing. I mean, do you Smurfs really want to have to get up in front of all those humans tomorrow and talk?"
"Why not?" Snappy said. "I've got plenty to say! And Nat, here, knows everything there is to know about nature and all that stuff. What more do they want? Those grown-ups just refuse to see that we Smurflings are just as smart and as capable as they are. And that's because they never smurf us a chance to prove it!"
Sassette crossed her arms.
"Galloping gophers!" she said. "What does it take for them to smurf us seriously? Even looking like this, they still think we're a bunch of babies."
She dug in her pocket of her jeans and pulled out a folded sheet of paper.
"I mean, look at these schedules they gave us. It's just one class after another. There's no time to play!"
"Grown-ups don't play. They just work. Didn't you know that, Sassette?" Nat said grumpily.
"They do so play," Sassette said. "Remember back in our own Village? All those Smurfball games they'd never let us join? If you ask me, these unsmurfy schedules are just a trick to keep us out of trouble."
Snappy shot her an admiring glance. The way she stood just then, looking so determined, the moonlight shining on her braid... For some reason, the sight made his heart skip in his chest.
A stray thought crossed his mind-a thought he didn't feel comfortable dwelling on. How could his tough, grubby little friend have grown up to look so... So smurfy?
"I think Sassette's right," he said, his blue cheeks flushing slightly when she smiled at him.
"Me too," Slouchy said. "Only babies take orders from grown-ups. Real grown-ups make their own schedules!"
"Yeah," Snappy spoke quickly, not to be outdone. "No one tells them when to do chores or when they can eat lunch. They decide for themselves!"
Sassette nodded.
"You're right, Snappy! If we want to be like real grown-ups, we're going to have to take charge of ourselves, not let the older Smurfs take charge of us."
"But how, Sassette?" Nat asked. "We don't know the first thing about teaching humans!"
"What's to know?" Sassette said. "We're the ones in charge of them, aren't we? If we want, we can just tell them to smurf the work themselves and let them leave the class early. That way, we'll have the whole rest of the day to play!"
"Yeah! Sounds good!" the Smurflings cheered. "Let's smurf it!"
Tossing their crumpled schedules in the street, the four displaced Smurflings ran back to Sassette's apartment to plan a new list of fun activities for tomorrow.
*******
"This place truly is amazing, Clumsy," Brainy said as the pair of them strolled down the path away from the shiny new city toward the original site of Smurf Village. All around them, traditional mushroom houses lined the dirt street, bordered by pretty lawns and gardens.
Brainy took in a deep breath of warm, nighttime air.
"It's a little more built-up than I remember, but I think I'll always prefer these charming houses to those stacked-up apartments you have back in town."
"Oh, me too, Brainy!" Clumsy said. "Gosh, I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have my rock garden to take care of. Look, you can see it now."
Brainy looked where his friend pointed, and his eyes widened behind his glasses.
A little brown mushroom house perched on the gentle slope of a terraced hill, surrounded by an eye-catching rock garden. Colorful flowers climbed the stone walls, and artfully arranged geodes twinkled in the moonlight.
"Clumsy!" he said. "That- That's really beautiful. Did you design that?"
"Sure did, Brainy," Clumsy said proudly. "An' I make sure I weed and water those rocks every day."
"Uh, yes," Brainy said. "I'm sure you do. Where do I live?"
"Right over there, Brainy," Clumsy said, and pointed to a two-story mushroom house with a red and white spotted roof. "The Professor had that top floor smurfed up special a few years ago. Now, instead of havin' everything all crammed together, he's got his laboratory downstairs and his library and bedroom upstairs!"
"Amazing," Brainy gasped. "Can I see it?"
"Well, uh, sure, Brainy," Clumsy said. "The Professor always keeps some smurfberry candy in this special drawer he doesn't think I know about. If you want, we can have some for dessert, an' I can help you smurf your notes for that seminar tomorrow!"
"Sounds like a plan to me," Brainy said. "But first- Clumsy, who's that Smurf, standing up on that hill? It's like he's looking at us."
Clumsy looked up and smiled.
"Oh, that's just Papa Smurf. We call him Grandpa now. He's been smurfing up to that hill every night since I can remember. His thinking time, he calls it. We don't bother him."
"Hm," Brainy said, and rubbed his bearded chin. "How curious. I wonder why he—"
Clumsy had walked ahead, and now he called over his shoulder. "So, uh, you comin' Brainy?"
"Huh? Oh, right behind you, Clumsy!" he called back.
With one final glance up at that lone silhouette, Brainy trotted down the path after his friend.
To Be Continued...
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posted 07-13-2012 11:34 AM
t's sad but awesome and exciting at the same time!
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posted 07-12-2013 01:00 AM
UPDATE! Sorry it took so long, but I hope you like it!
Part XVII
The moon shone big and bright through the Professor's second story window, its pale white light pooling across the overstuffed bookshelves. Brainy turned and tossed in the Professor's feather bed, but couldn't get to sleep. He missed his own bed, his own village.
Clumsy's light snores droned from the couch downstairs. Brainy tiptoed past him, down the stairs and out the door, where the cool night air met him like a sigh of relief. The big house was like a monument to the Professor's great accomplishments. Sitting inside it made the young Smurf feel very small. Inadequate. He wondered how Clumsy could stand it.
Brainy didn't really have anywhere he wanted to go, besides home, and he had no way to get there. So, he pointed his feet toward the hill where he had seen the old Smurf and started walking. The middle aged body he wore huffed and puffed, sweat trickled down from under his hat, but Brainy kept up a quick, steady pace until he'd made it to the top. From there, he could see the whole of what Clumsy had called Smurfland spread out before him like a living map of patchwork fields, sparkling lakes and streams, and gently rolling hills. For a long time, Brainy just stood there, awed by the peace and beauty of the landscape the Smurfs had carved for themselves. Then, a chilly wind blew across the hill's bare brow and the little Smurf turned to go.
"Stop! Who goes there!"
Brainy jumped about a foot and clasped a hand to his pounding heart.
"It's me!" he blurted. "Brainy Smur—uh, I mean…"
"Brainy?" the voice queried. "Not the Professor?"
"Well, that too, I suppose," Brainy said, straining to see through the dark shadows. "Who are you?"
"Brainy Smurf… Yes, of course, you've come from the past… I have been waiting such a long time… Such a long time to tell you..."
A form detached itself from the shadows and shuffled closer, becoming more distinct as it moved toward the light. Before long, Brainy could make out a Smurf's long, white beard, his bright eyes, his large, half-moon glasses…
He squinted.
"Papa Smurf? Is that you?"
The aged Smurf smiled and clasped the younger Smurf's shoulders with his wrinkled hands. Brainy stepped back, out of reach, very uncomfortable with the old Smurf's touch. This wasn't the Papa Smurf he knew. His Papa Smurf was a strong, vibrant, confident Smurf at the height of his powers. This Smurf was stooped, fragile, his voice just a whisper of Papa Smurf's familiar tones.
"My dear Brainy," the old Smurf said. "I knew you would come. There is something very important I must tell you. A message I have kept safe for so many, many years…"
"What message?" Brainy asked eagerly. "Do you know what happened to me? To the Smurflings? Can you smurf us home?"
The old Smurf blinked up at him. "Home? Yes…of course, you were smurfing me home…"
"What? No, I was asking if you knew how to smurf me home! Me and the Smurflings!"
The old Smurf shook his head. "It's far too late for the Smurflings to be out and about, my boy," he said. "They should all be tucked into their beds by now. But, tell me, what was your name again, young Smurf?"
Brainy stared in horror.
"I'm Brainy Smurf, don't you remember!" he exclaimed. "You just said you had a message for me!"
"Message..."
"Yes, a message! There was an accident back where I come from, in the past. Gargamel was chasing me and the Smurflings from Father Time's cave. There was a terrible, blinding flash, and the five of us ended up here, looking like ourselves from the future! Please, please tell me you remember!"
"Remember?"
It was clear the old Smurf was fading. Brainy clenched his fists in frustration, but forced himself to keep his temper.
"Come on, Papa Smurf," he said, taking the old Smurf by the arm. "You're smurfing home with me. Maybe Clumsy will know how to smurf your memory."
*******
The next morning, the Smurflings were woken up by Handy and his wife, Marina, who led them to breakfast. The pretty, green-skinned mermaid navigated nimbly through the early morning crowds in a sleek mechanical aquarium/wheelchair Handy had designed specifically for her. When they'd stacked their trays with fresh juice and morning muffins, Marina led the way to a corner table and pulled four slender, rectangular devices from a bag she'd slung over the back of her chair.
"These are called Tablets," she said, handing one to each Smurfling. "Handy and I were up all night filling these things with everything you'll need to survive your first day of teaching - your schedules and room numbers, attendance lists, maps of the campus, lecture notes, quizzes, and answer sheets. You can also use them to contact me or Handy in case you have any questions or problems."
The Smurflings shared a glum look, but took the strange machines and listened while Handy and Marina demonstrated how to use them. Despite themselves, the Smurflings were soon fascinated by the touch screen, the colorful, orderly icons, and the scrolling lists of neatly printed notes.
"You know that we're smurfing a great deal of trust in you Smurflings," Handy said, his eyes sharp. "We have our own classes to teach, and we can't be there to smurf over you every moment. I need to know I can count on you to smurf yourselves like responsible adults. Can I smurf on you to take this seriously and to smurf your duty like grown-up Smurfs?"
The Smurflings shared a few glances, as if engaging in some secret, silent conversation. Finally, Sassette said, "You don't need to worry about us, Handy. We'll smurf charge of those classes, just like real grown-up Smurfs!"
Handy and Marina grimaced, then sighed.
"All right then," the mermaid said, pushing back her long, lavender hair. "But remember: our safety, and the security of all Smurfland, depends on your behavior today. If you let our secret slip..."
"You don't have to talk to us like we're stupid," Snappy snapped. "We've been smurfing together to keep our Village a secret from the humans our whole lives! Besides, we've got these Guise things to keep us hidden, don't we? What could possibly go wrong?"
"Yeah," Slouchy said. "We know what we're doing. Smurfs' honor."
*******
It was late in the afternoon before Brainy managed to scrape out a moment to contact Handy. The exhausted young Smurf had had no idea so many activities could be squeezed into a single day! The hours had passed in a disorienting blur of lectures, tutorials, conference calls, and a host of other funding, promotional, and publication-related duties that required him to make important decisions fast. Clumsy managed to help him through much of it, but Brainy always had to play the front man, and it wasn't easy to keep from crumbling under the constant pressure to keep the Professor's human colleagues - and especially his secretary - from realizing he wasn't the man he appeared to be. Fortunately, the day passed so quickly, he just didn't have the time to panic.
Life at the university didn't stop at five o'clock. There were evening and night classes to teach, lab work to perform, athletic, band, and orchestra practices, dorm life and student parties, and two libraries that stayed open twenty-four hours a day. Yet, somehow, after Brainy's hurried request, Handy managed to call together a senior faculty meeting in the main conference room, just a floor below the Professor's office.
Marina made a lovely human, with large, green eyes, alabaster-pale skin, and silky black hair streaked with vibrant purple. Once the invited Smurfs had filed past her, each concealed by their Guises, she locked the conference room door behind them and skilfully maneuvered her electronic wheelchair to the main table. Handy and Hefty scooted aside to make room for her, and Handy took her hand with a smile.
"So, what did he say Prof-I mean, Brainy?" Smurfette was asking.
Brainy sat at the head of the table, with Clumsy beside him. He'd taken off his glasses to rub his tired eyes, but now he slid them back over his nose and straightened his stiff shoulders.
"Well, it took a while to get any sense out of him," Brainy said. "It was really awful seeing Papa Smurf so confused like that. Why didn't any of you Smurfs tell me he was sick?"
"He's not exactly sick, Brainy," Dreamy said. "He's just getting old. Old age is a fate that awaits every Smurf who lives long enough to face it down."
Brainy frowned. "Yeah, well, I don't like it. When I smurf back home, I'm going to smurf it a priority to smurf a way to keep him from forgetting things in the future!"
"That's all very well," Vanity said, sneaking a glance at his reflection in his polished cane top, "but, in the meantime, none of us is getting any younger. Why don't you skip along to the point?"
Brainy shot him a look, but was too exhausted to deliver another lecture. So, he swallowed his annoyance and took the direct approach.
"According to Papa Smurf," he said, "your Professor and I really did switch places in time. Back where I come from, my Papa Smurf and your Professor teamed up to smurf an expedition of Smurfs to confront Gargamel and get him to swap us all back where we belong."
"Let me guess," Hefty growled, "the bald creep double-smurfed 'em."
"It's worse than that," Brainy said. "It turns out there's another Gargamel - a Gargamel who stole Father Time's sand and used it to travel to the nineteenth century, where he's smurfed himself up as a great wizard with a big, fancy house and servants and everything! He kidnapped Father Time and is holding him, Papa Smurf and the Professor captive right now!"
"Well, uh, it's not really right now if it's in the nineteenth century, is it?" Clumsy asked, a deeply puzzled look on his face. "I mean, the nineteenth century's the past. Isn't it?"
"It's the future to me," Brainy said.
"Stop, stop, please!" Hefty exclaimed, clapping his hands over his ears. "Time travel talk always smurfs me a headache! Besides, how can we even trust any of this information is real and not just a product of Papa Smurf's confused imagination?"
"That's a good point," Handy said, thoughtfully rubbing his chin. "And even if Papa Smurf is right, how are we supposed to track down this Gargamel without Father Time's help?"
Brainy and Clumsy shared a glance.
"Well, we were sort of hoping you could smurf up a time machine," Brainy said.
Handy laughed so hard and so long, Brainy started to sink in his chair.
"Ooh, hoo, sorry," Handy gasped. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have laughed like that. It's just, looking like you do, it's easy to forget how young you really are. I'm flattered you think I'd be able to smurf such a device, Brainy, but I'm afraid inventing a time machine is far beyond my abilities."
"Then, what about magic?" Smurfette suggested. "Could there be anything in the Professor's library that might help?"
"Even if there was, how would we know where to look?" Dreamy asked. "The nineteenth century spans...well...a whole century. And then there's the problem of finding this Gargamel's lair."
"Papa Smurf mentioned something about that," Brainy said. "It wasn't really clear, but I remember, he said that we - that is the Smurflings and me - we belong in the past and that we are somehow connected to our future selves - the Smurfs we will become. He said there's a sort of smurfy bond between us, like an imaginary string, and, if we can identify that string, we can trace all its loops and twists and curves until it smurfs us straight to our missing Smurfs!"
"OK," Hefty said, his brow a mass of wrinkles as he struggled to follow what Brainy had said. "So, how do we find that string?"
"Uh, with magic!" Clumsy exclaimed. "That's what Papa Smurf said. We've got to find the right spell, gather all the right ingredients, then smurf all the displaced Smurfs together in a circle. If the spell works, we'll be able to smurf exactly where and when the Professor and the others are being held prisoner!"
"But the problem still remains," Handy said. "Just smurfing where and when they are isn't enough. No one can smurf back through time without Father Time's sand, and Gargamel's got that."
"Well, maybe he didn't smurf all of it," Brainy said. "Do you Smurfs know if Father Time's cave is still around in this time period?"
"Are you suggesting a smurfpedition?" Dreamy asked eagerly.
"Why not?" Brainy said.
"Yes, why not," Hefty said. "Even a few stray grains of sand might be enough to smurf the trick. Heck, if we can smurf that spell and find that kidnapping lowlife Gargamel tonight, we might be able to smurf this whole crazy mess right by morning!"
The gathered Smurfs cheered and started hammering out the details of the proposed expedition to Father Time's cave and the method for seeking out the right spell (fortunately the Professor maintained a meticulous and easily searchable digital catalog for his library), until their enthusiasm was stilled by a sudden, disturbing observation.
"Hey, Smurfs," Handy said, glancing from face to face, "I just realized... We summoned those Smurflings to this meeting, and they never showed up. Can any of you remember the last time you saw Sassette, Snappy, Slouchy, and Nat?"
To Be Continued...
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"It is easy to pretend we are strong. It is much harder to admit we are weak. A true friend, by loving every part of us, teaches us to love our weaknesses."
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posted 07-12-2013 12:54 PM
Well worth the wait!
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posted 07-17-2013 11:16 AM
Thanks!
After I finish my schoolwork (hopefully by September) I fully intend to reward myself by finally bringing all the threads together and writing this story a deserving ending! It's been a work in progress for far too long...
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Long time no update. Ending...not quite yet. But here's a new chapter I hope you'll enjoy! Please let me know what you think!
Part XVIII
The air in the big human city had a coarse, metallic taste, unlike anything in Nat's experience. Along with the foul taste, there was a dark, bitter smell that burned in Nat's nose and dried out his throat. The disguised Smurfling coughed a little and made a face.
"I don't think I like this place," he said to his companions.
"Just 'cause it was built instead of grown," Snappy scoffed. "Why don't you give it a chance? You didn't like King Gerard's capital either first time you smurfed it, and that was nothing like as smurftastic as this place."
He spread his arms wide and grinned at the hustling crowds, whizzing traffic, and looming buildings, seeming to expand with the energy and movement of the place.
Sassette shook her head, her shoulders hunched against the press of the noisy, jostling throng surging up and down the sidewalk.
"I don't know, Snappy," she said. "I think I'm with Nat on this one. This place… It's…it's not…"
"It's not Smurfy, that's what it's not," Slouchy rumbled, slouching so deeply into himself that all they could see of his face were his eyes, squinting out from under his hat. "All these humans… I never imagined there could be so many in the whole world, let along crammed together in one street. One part of one street. And the noise here, and the smell-! Nat's right: this place isn't for us."
"Then let's go back," Nat urged, inching closer to the bus station they'd just exited.
"You can't be serious!" Snappy exclaimed. "After all these years of being told to be patient and smurf what we're told we finally have a chance to smurf what we want when we want, and you want to smurf back after barely taking a step! What way is that for grown-up Smurfs to behave? I mean, smurf where we are – what we're doing. We smurfed all this way on that stinking bus thing to smurf the big city! Where's your adventuresmurf spirit!"
"I left it back home, with the trees and the waterfalls and the winding River Smurf," Nat said. "Slouchy, I don't want to be a grown-up Smurf anymore. I want to go home. I want to smurf my friends Flutterby and Puppy and Squirrel. I want Papa Smurf!"
"Yeah… You said it," Slouchy mumbled into his chest.
Snappy looked hurt, and a little torn. He turned to Sassette, who was playing with the paintbush end of her long, red braid.
"And you?" he said. "Do you smurf with them?"
Sassette twisted her braid around and between her fingers, squeezed it tight, then let it go with a sigh.
"Yeah," she said. "Yeah, I do. But I smurf with you too, Snappy."
She turned to the others.
"We did smurf all this way," she said, "and Snappy's right. Galloping gophers, can you imagine how we'd feel if we were all suddenly smurfed home right now, without exploring even a little bit of this city? If we missed our chance to find out what being a grown-up was really like?"
Nat shrugged and Slouchy shifted his feet.
Sensing they were weakening, Snappy said, "I know. We've all still got those weird money cards Handy smurfed us so we could smurf meals at the university, right? Well, let's use them here instead. Let's use them to smurf something we'd never be allowed to smurf back home. Something we could only smurf as grown-ups."
"Like what?" Nat asked.
Snappy's eyes zoned in on a narrow, cartoon-colored shop across the street, and the others caught on immediately.
"All the ice cream we can smurf!" they chorused, and dashed after Snappy shouting, "Last one there's a rotten smurfberry!"
*******
A disguised Hefty, Brainy, Clumsy, and Handy piled out of the bus terminal and scanned the bustling street outside for any sign of the four delinquent Smurflings. Brainy stared with wide eyes and a slack jaw, thoroughly overwhelmed by the noise and movement all around him.
"Great!" Hefty snapped, frowning at the dense, rushing crowds. "How are we supposed to find four disguised Smurflings in a city this huge?"
"They've gotta be close," Handy said, tapping his Guise. "I made sure the Tablets I gave them were linked in with my GPS. I just need a second…" he tapped some more, "…and here we are! According to the readout, our reckless runaways should be just across the street. In that shop."
He pointed to a small, brightly painted storefront with a window plastered thickly with university event fliers.
"Uh, gosh! I know that place," Clumsy said. "They make really great banana splits."
"What's a banana split?" Brainy asked curiously.
"Well, gee, Brainy. It's a big dish of ice cream with bananas and nuts and all sorts of berries, big enough to split with your friends. That's why so many students like to go there on the weekends."
"Then what are we smurfing for," Hefty said, cracking his knuckles. "Let's grab those kids and smurf 'em back to Smurfland before they smurf something stupid."
"You mean like smurfing us away to all these humans by saying 'smurf' every other word?" Handy said pointedly.
Hefty growled.
"You watch your language, I'll smurf mine," he said. "Let's move."
*******
Far from the dismayed surprise the adult Smurfs had expected to see when they showed up to crash the runaways' little party, the Smurflings seemed excited, even delighted, when they spotted the little search party clustered just inside the ice cream shop door. They waved the four Smurfs over to their table – a table they shared with three human students and at least two dozen empty sundae glasses.
Hefty strode up to them and started at once on his prepared lecture, but Sassette interjected before he could get out more than a few words.
"Stop, stop, stop, you've gotta hear this!" she said, clapping her hands in a rush of sugar-fueled enthusiasm.
"These students have been telling us a very interesting story," Slouchy said. "It has to do with the history of this very building."
"Yeah," Snappy said. "So you guys better sit down and listen good, because I've got a feeling this is really important."
The disguised Smurfs were rather put out by Snappy's attitude, but rather than cause a scene in a restaurant crammed with humans, the four of them filed away their irritation, squeezed into the booth, and gave their attention to the suddenly self-conscious students.
"Well, it's not all that important, Professors," one of them said, a young man Clumsy recognized as Trevor Thibault, one of his first year geology students. The other two, Antoine and Charlotte, he'd met while tending the university gardens. "Heck, I don't even know if it's true. I heard it from my flatmate, who heard it from an upperclassman. You've probably heard it yourselves a million times already."
"We won't mind hearing it again," Handy assured him. "Go ahead."
Trevor squirmed a little, then said, "Well, I was just saying how it's said this whole building was constructed over the site of what used to be the castle of an evil wizard. It's said this wizard could control time and destiny, and that he had a vast store of gold he kept in his basement that no one's ever been able to find."
Brainy and Clumsy shared a startled look.
"Would you know the name of this wizard?" Brainy asked.
"I think it started with a 'G'," Charlotte said. "Gar- Garble-something?"
"No, it was Gargle," Antoine said. "Remember Nate dancing around with that mouthwash? 'Always remember to Gargle-Well.'"
Handy wrinkled his nose.
"Gargle-Well? Could this wizard's name have been Gargamel?"
"Yeah!" Trevor said. "That sounds right. Gargamel - the evil wizard who made Time his prisoner. The owner here backs the story up, too. He says he bought this place new, shortly after they demolished the old castle to put up these shops and flats. There's a picture, there, of what it used to look like."
He pointed to a framed drawing on the wall, done painstakingly in ink on paper now yellowing with age. The picture showed an enormous, bleak, dark stone palace with tall spires and barely any windows.
Hefty frowned.
"Yeah, that looks like a place Gargamel would live," he said. "It has 'overcompensation' written all over it."
"Then, you think the stories might be true?" Charlotte asked.
Hefty started to answer, but Handy put a hand on his arm.
"Why don't you kids finish your ice cream," he said, and climbed to his feet. "The rest of us have to be going now. Isn't that right?"
He stared directly at Snappy, Slouchy, Sassette, and Nat until they averted their eyes and nodded.
"Yeah, we better be going," Snappy said, following the others out of the booth. "Thanks you guys."
"See you around, Professors," the students said, looking quite relieved that the sudden crowd of teachers and administrators was leaving.
Back out on the sidewalk, Snappy stopped short and crossed his arms, forcing the others to turn around to face him.
"Well?" he said.
"Well what?" Hefty retorted.
"Well, how about a thank you," Snappy said. "If I'm not mistaken, we just found a gigantic clue about what happened to us back when Gargamel and Azrael were chasing us from Father Time's cave with that weird sand. Somehow, Gargamel must have captured Father Time and used his sand to make himself rich enough to build that ugly old castle!"
"That's mostly supposition," Handy said, "but it's a good guess. If that legend is true, it meshes pretty well with the story Papa Smurf told you last night, Brainy."
"Then, we've found the right place?" Brainy said. "The nineteenth century castle where that other Gargamel is keeping Father Time, my Papa Smurf, and your Professor?"
Handy nodded thoughtfully.
"It's possible," he said. "But knowing where Gargamel's castle used to be isn't enough. We still need to find out if the spells in the Professor's library can help us track down the right time."
"Then what are we waiting for?" Brainy said. "Let's smurf back to the Village right away!"
"Right," Handy said, and turned his sharpest gaze to the Smurflings. "But don't think any of this lets you four off the hook. After what you did-"
"Uh, Handy," Clumsy said, nodding toward the ice cream shop's glass door, where they could still see - and be seen by - the students inside, "uh, maybe you could save the yellin' for when we're back home?"
"Good point, Clumsy," Handy said, and scowled at the Smurflings. "Later," he said. "We're going to have a long talk."
Snappy rolled his eyes, but the others nodded their understanding as they all trooped across the street, heading for the bus station and, hopefully, some real answers.
To Be Continued...
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And now… the conclusion of the story! Bet you didn't see that coming. Back to Gargamel's Castle!
Chapter XIX
Sassette watched nervously while Papa Smurf and the Professor argued in front of the grandfather clock that had once been their good friend, Father Time. The tension in their cramped little cell was getting higher by the minute, and the two expert wizards still didn't seem any closer to figuring out how to free Father Time from his terrible enchantment.
"Guys, it's getting really stuffy in here," the adult Slouchy mumbled from the depths of one of the prison room's overstuffed armchairs. "I don't want anysmurf to panic, but what if this room really is air-tight?"
"Slouchy's got a point," Nat said, feeling the edges of the wall that had sealed them in so tightly. "I'm starting to feel a little lightheaded myself. Maybe we should smurf out the fire…just in case…"
"If you blue nitwits douse that fire, we'll all freeze to death," Gargamel growled from the other armchair.
"Well, if it's a choice between freezing and suffocating, I'll take the cold," Hefty said. "There's rugs and blankets here and, if things get really bad, we could huddle together for warmth. But once the air's been smurfed, it's smurfed."
"That's right," Handy agreed. "And a fire sure smurfs up a lot of air."
"You're not touching that fire," Gargamel snapped, and lurched to his feet. Hefty, tiny as he was, put up his fists in a boxing stance, positioning himself between Gargamel and the fireplace.
"Go on, Nat, smurf it out," he said. "I'll keep this big brute out of your way."
Gargamel bristled. Azrael perked up his ears, alerted from his nap on the top of the bookshelf by the prospect of crunching a Smurf or two between his teeth.
"You think you can stop me, you simpering little –"
"Stop it! Stop it all of you!" Sassette shouted, stepping out into the arena. "If we really are running low on air, what do you think a fight's going to do? Let's all sit down, and when those creepy henchmen come back with our supper they'll open the door and we'll have all the air we need."
"If they come back," Snappy said. "For all we know, this was that rotten Gargamel's plan from the start. Trap us all in this death box and wait for the oxygen to run out. Poof – all his enemies gone, like that, and that lazy wizard doesn't have to lift a finger."
"Hm. That would be clever," Gargamel mused. "Despicable, but clever. Now I wish I'd thought of it first!"
"You can't be serious," Sassette said in disgust.
"Uh, gosh," Clumsy said, his eyes wide with horror. "Would a human really do somethin' that awful?"
"You better believe it, kid," Slouchy grumbled from his chair. "Humans have done way worse to each other throughout history."
"Oh, how unsmurfy!" Smurfette exclaimed. "I wouldn't have thought even Gargamel could stoop so low."
"But, this doesn't make sense," Nat spoke up. "If killing us really is that older Gargamel's intention…by trapping his younger self in here with us, isn't he essentially killing himself too? Not to mention poor Azrael."
"Mreah," Azreal huffed from the bookcase.
"Well, maybe it's like Handy and the Professor were sayin'," Clumsy said. "Maybe the two Gargamels aren't exactly the same person, but alternates from different timelines."
"Ooh, this nonsense is making my head hurt," Hefty snarled. "Are we going to smurf out this fire or what?"
"Yes!" the Smurfs chorused.
"No!" roared Gargamel. "I'd rather suffocate than be reduced to huddling for warmth with a pack of revolting Smurfs!"
"Mreah, mreah!" Azrael said, climbing to his feet and stretching out his claws.
"Well, we're not going to just stand here and let that fire smurf up all our air!" Hefty retorted. "Come on, you Smurfs, let's—"
Hefty's noble charge was cut short by strange, creaking roar. The eerie sound rattled down the chimney and burst from the fireplace like a hurricane gust, blowing out the fire, scattering ash and charcoal, and hurling the Smurfs across the room. The wind was so powerful, even Gargamel was blown off his feet, landing on his rump on the carpet.
"Mwah?" Azrael queried once the dust and wind had settled.
"Ooeerrgghh," a familiar voice groaned. "Where are we?"
Slowly, the prisoners stood up and brushed themselves off, their eyes widening at the sight of seven disoriented newcomers batting ash and soot from their clothes.
"As if this room wasn't crowded enough already," Snappy said, but he was smiling, his arms spread out to embrace an older-looking Smurf wearing blue coveralls, a blue cap, and a mustache that was just starting to silver.
"Handy Smurf!" Slouchy said as he and Nat happily joined in the hug. "I knew you'd be coming to our rescue sooner or later."
"Oh, Handy!" Sassette squealed, throwing her arms around the rest of the huddle. "Oh, please say you've smurfed a way to smurf us all back home! Please, please, pretty please!"
The younger Handy stepped away, looking deeply uncomfortable as his older self laughed and clapped his grown-up friends on the back.
"Well, almost," the mustached Smurf said. "I must say I am glad to find you Smurfs here and well – and to see your Guises are still working! We've been having a terrible time with your alternates from the past."
"Hey! We haven't been that bad," peeped a raspy little voice, drawing the prisoners' attention to the rest of the newcomers. Sassette, Nat, Slouchy and Snappy Smurfling all stood in front of the fireplace, still looking like their adult selves, while Brainy kept close to the older Clumsy, his wide, nervous eyes making him look surprisingly young despite the Professor's beard, suit and glasses.
"Criminy, it's us! I mean, they're us!" the adult Slouchy gasped.
"More specifically, they're us from the past – the ones who took our places back at the university!" the Professor said, stepping out from where he and Papa Smurf had been crouching behind the grandfather clock and striding up to his younger alternate, shooting him an appraising glance through his spectacles.
"Hmm," the wizard said. "It seems this situation is as complicated as we feared, Papa Smurf. Not only are we – " he gestured to himself and his adult companions – "stuck looking like our younger selves from the past, our alternates have apparently aged to fit in with their future surroundings at the university. A querulous quantum quandary if I've ever heard of one."
"Indeed," Papa Smurf agreed, his dark eyes deep with concern as he peered around the room at all his little Smurfs. "Which makes it all the more imperative that we find a way to save Father Time from his enchantment."
"What's happened to Father Time, Papa Smurf?" Brainy asked, looking nervously at the Professor.
"The Gargamel from this time period smurfed him into a grandfather clock!" the younger Clumsy said, loping over to grin at his future counterpart. "Uh, wow," he said to the older Smurf. "Are you really me?"
"Gosh," the older Clumsy said with a giggle. "I guess I am. Great to meet you, Clumsy Smurf."
"Yeah! Great to meet me too!" the younger Clumsy said, and warmly shook the older Smurf's hand.
"I wish we had time to greet everysmurf," the older Handy said. "But we're here on a time limit."
"What do you mean?" the younger Handy asked, peering warily at his older self from across the room.
"It's the spell we used to get here," Brainy said, still unable to unlock his eyes from his future self. "We found it in the Professor's – that is your – library, back in the Village. It brought us here, to you, but without Father Time's sand to stabilize our time portal, we'll be pulled back to the future in less than half an hour."
"Oh, dear," Smurfette cried.
"And what about us?" Snappy demanded. "Can't you take us back with you? We're the ones who belong in the future anyway!"
"Not without Father Time," the adult Handy said apologetically. "Without him to help us, we're lucky we were able to use the spell to find you."
"But now we have found them – and we've found Father Time too," Brainy said. "So, what are we waiting for? If that grandfather clock there is Father Time, let's just turn him back!"
"It's not that simple, Brainy," Papa Smurf said, still uncomfortable equating the bearded wizard he saw with the young Smurf he knew. "Gargamel's wicked spell has transformed our friend, Father Time, into an inanimate object, and I'm afraid that restoring life to an unliving object is nearly impossible."
The Professor nodded sadly. Even the older Handy seemed to dim.
"But…" Brainy said, a memory beginning to spark and flicker, growing brighter when his gaze fell on Smurfette, standing between the younger Handy and Hefty at the far end of the room.
"That's it!" he said. "Smurfette!"
"Who, me?" she asked. "What can I do?"
"It's not what you can do, it's what you did!" Brainy said. "Papa Smurf, do you remember last year – the last time Greedy made his famous smurfberry candy?"
"Yes, of course," Papa Smurf said. "But –"
"Oh!" Smurfette exclaimed, bringing her hands to her mouth. "Oh, Papa Smurf, I think I know what he means! Oh my, and I still feel so badly about this…"
"About what, Smurfette?" the older Sassette asked. "What's going on?"
"Well," Smurfette confessed, "last year, after I ate all my smurfberry candy, I still wanted more so… So I snuck into Papa Smurf's lab and… And I gave myself the Smurfy Touch!"
"The Smurfy Touch!" gasped the Smurfs from the future.
"Everything I touched turned into Smurfberry candy," Smurfette explained miserably. "Whether I wanted it to or not. My favorite chair, my flowers – even my beautiful house! But the worst part came when I accidentally touched Brainy's hand…"
"Poof!" Brainy exclaimed. "I was gone! Smurfed into a candy Smurf for most of the day. In fact, I wouldn't be here now, except Papa Smurf found a way to smurf me back to the living!"
"That's right, Papa Smurf," the younger Handy said. "I remember that day as if it were yesterday. You sprinkled a special powder over Brainy, and you said the magic words."
"Ipso facto, bring Brainy back-o!" Papa Smurf recited, and the younger Smurfs let out a cheer.
"That's it! That's it, Papa Smurf!"
"If that spell could smurf me back into a living Smurf after being turned into a candy statue, couldn't it work on Father Time just as well, Papa Smurf," Brainy asked hopefully. "Couldn't we use it to bring him back to life?"
Papa Smurf stroked his beard thoughtfully.
"I don't know…" he said slowly. "It never would have occurred to me to adapt a spell meant to counteract the effects of the Smurfy Touch to bring an enchanted object back to life… Professor?" he said. "What do you think?"
"It is highly unorthodox," the Professor said warily, "but with the situation as it is… I say it's worth a try," he said. "Do you remember what was in that smurfy powder you used on Brainy, Papa Smurf?"
"Of course I do," the older wizard said. "A little conjuring should do the trick. But, I'll need your help, Professor."
"You've got it, Papa Smurf," the Professor said.
"Can I watch you work?" Brainy asked.
The Professor grinned.
"Of course you can, kid," he said. "Step over here, and we'll show you how it's done."
Within minutes, the spell was ready. The Professor handed the little pot of powder they'd conjured together over to Papa Smurf, but the older wizard shook his head.
"You do the honors, Professor."
The spectacled wizard beamed.
"Thank you, Papa Smurf."
Reaching into the little pot, the Professor pulled out a pinch of powder and sprinkled it on the grandfather clock.
"All right, everyone, all together," he called to the others. "We're going to need past and future working together if we're going to pull this off. That means you too, Gargamel."
"Why should I help you?" the balding wizard growled.
"You want to get out of here, don't you?" Hefty snapped.
Gargamel grumbled and grunted, but finally gave in.
"Oh, all right," he muttered. "What were the stupid words again?"
"Ipso Facto, Bring Father Time Back-o!" the whole group chorused.
"Nothing's happening," Gargamel complained. "I should have known you ridiculous Smurfs would—"
"Shut-up, Gargamel, and watch!" the older Sassette said.
"Oh my Smurfness!" Smurfette exclaimed. "The wood – it's changing, moving. Why, it's starting to look like cloth!"
"It's working!" the Professor cried, hugging Brainy and Clumsy tight. "Look, Papa Smurf, it's actually working! Brainy Smurf, you're a genius!"
"I know, I know," Brainy said, struggling to loosen his future self's grasp. "I just need some air…"
"Papa Smurf?"
Father Time's voice boomed from high above them. The tall man knelt down to smile at his Smurf rescuers, his long, grey beard pooling on the floor.
"You saved me," Father Time said. "How can I ever thank you?"
"You can start by putting us all back in our own time," Gargamel snapped. "That's supposed to be your job, isn't it? Making sure time flows the way it should, instead of getting itself all tied up in knots?"
"And whose fault is that, Gargamel?" the powerful man demanded, advancing on the smaller wizard in a way that made the balding human cringe. "Don't worry," he said. "I'll put Time back to rights. But don't think this lets you off the hook. Or you."
Father Time turned his deep, dark eyes on the young Smurflings.
"Us?" Snappy squeaked. "What did we do?"
"Weren't you the ones who pranked Brainy Smurf and lied to your friends before running off and breaking into my cave?" Father Time boomed.
"Well…sort of," Slouchy allowed. "But we had a good reason!"
"And what reason is good enough to excuse what you did?" Father Time demanded.
"Well…we're not trying to excuse our actions, sir," Nat said. "Just explain. You see…"
"Yes?"
"We…that is…" Nat peeped.
"All the grown-up Smurfs treat us Smurflings like we're a bunch of babies," Snappy snapped, unable to keep his bottled up frustrations locked inside any longer. "They're always ordering us around and telling us what to do and when to do it. Even when we got smurfed to the future, it was still the same thing. Smurf this, not that. Be responsible. None of the older Smurfs ever ask us what we want to do. It's like what we want doesn't matter, just because we're kids! I bet they didn't treat us like that back when we were grown-up Smurfs too! And that's why we ran away, Father Time. We wanted to find out what happened to make us the way we are, and we wanted to know why you left us as Smurflings instead of turning us back into the Smurfs we used to be."
"You sure said a mouthful," Slouchy mumbled, looking nervously at Father Time's sandaled feet.
"Is that what you want, Snappy?" Father Time asked. "To be returned to the way you were before you and Slouchy and Nat ran into my clock?"
"Is that what happened?" Sassette whispered, wringing her hands with worry.
"Well, I…" Snappy hesitated. He hadn't expected to be put on the spot like that. But now that the question was out there…
"Why didn't you ask us?" Snappy said in a small voice. "Why didn't you fix things right then and there, as soon as you realized what had happened to us?"
"You seemed happy with the situation at the time," Father Time said, "and, since none of you could remember anything of your former lives, your Papa Smurf and I both agreed it would be less jarring to just let you grow up all over again. We never meant you any harm or distress. But if you are unhappy, I could change you back."
"Oh," Nat said, "could you really?"
"Absolutely, I could," Father Time assured him, "if that's what you really want."
Nat, Slouchy, and Snappy shared a long, searching look, then turned it to Sassette. Sassette stood very still, struggling to breathe normally even as tears streamed down her flushed blue cheeks.
"It's all right with me," she said, keeping her voice strong and steady. "I'll be all right, whatever you decide to do."
The three Smurflings looked back at each other and shared a determined nod. Then, together, they strode up to Father Time and whispered in his ear.
The old man listened carefully, and nodded his understanding. Rising to his feet, he said, "Well everyone, it's been fun, but it's time for me to get back to work. I'll be around to see you soon, Papa Smurf. As for you, Gargamel…"
The tall man grabbed Gargamel by the back of his patched, black collar.
"You're coming with me. I have a few chores I need done, and you're just the drip to do 'em. Thanks again, Smurfs!"
Sassette rushed over to her friends, desperate to know what they'd whispered to Father Time. But, before she could reach them, the room began to swim and sway, swirling and fracturing and spinning until, suddenly, she found herself blinking up at the sky.
Sassette sat up and looked around. She was lying in Farmer's fields, and she was back to her old familiar self – pigtails, pink smurferalls and all.
"Snappy?" she called out, delighted to hear her own Smurfling voice again. She got up and started running, scanning the fields for any sign of her friends.
"Slouchy? Nat? Where are you guys? You'll never believe the weird dream I just…smurfed…?
Three long, Smurf-shaped shadows stretched out from the shed up ahead. Sassette swallowed hard, slowing her run to a tip-toe crouch as she slowly peered through the open window, knowing in the deepest, darkest place in her heart that her friends had decided to grow up without her. That she had been left behind.
"Oh!" she cried, once she caught sight of their faces. "Oh, Snappy!"
Sassette ran into the shed and slammed into the frowning Smurfling so hard the pair of them fell crashing to the floor.
"Snappy, you're you!" she cried, too happy to care that her bear hug was squeezing all the air out of his lungs. "And you, Slouchy, and you, Nat!" She crushed each of them in turn.
"Of course I'm me," Snappy said, once he'd managed to catch his breath. "What's gotten into you, Sassette?"
"I was just…I was so scared," she gasped, too overwhelmed to keep her feelings in check. "I was so afraid you'd tell Father Time you didn't want to be Smurflings anymore. That…that you'd decided to be grown up Smurfs again and…and…and…"
"Aw, Sassette," Snappy said. "We wouldn't wanna grow up without you. If we've all got to grow up again, we're gonna do it together. As a family."
"A family?" Sassette smiled, blinking away her tears.
"Yeah," Snappy said. "And that means the other Smurfs too."
"Yeah," Nat agreed. "Even Brainy."
"Yeah," Slouchy said. "It's all for us and us for all."
"That's why we asked Father Time to make sure he put us back before we pranked Brainy and messed up his book," Snappy told her. "After all, if there's one thing we learned during our time in the future, it's that we've all got a lot of growing up to do."
"Brainy included," Slouchy said with a smirk. "But not for a while yet. I intend to enjoy being a Smurfling as long as I can!"
"Me too," Nat said.
"Me three!" Snappy said.
"Me four!" Sassette said, and giggled brightly. "But, hey! If Father Time's reset Time, and everything's back to normal, does that mean Pappy Gargamel won't get that huge castle in the future?"
"That'd be my guess," Slouchy said. "And serves him right."
"But, what about the university, and all the rest of the things we saw in the future?" Sassette asked. "Are those things still going to happen, or was it all like a big, confusing dream?"
"Beats me," Snappy said, and tilted his head toward the Village. "Hey, I think I hear Greedy's bell," he said. "Must be time for lunch! You coming, Sassette?" he asked, and held out his hand.
Sassette smiled and took it. "You bet," she said. "Last one there weeds the turnip bed!"
"You're on!" the Smurflings cried, and the four of them raced for home.
The End
References: "Smurfette's Sweet Tooth," Season 4 and "The Smurflings," Season 5.
Thanks so much for reading, everyone, and for all your fantastic reviews! Now I've got to get to work finishing up "Lessons Never Smurfed." Until next time!
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"It is easy to pretend we are strong. It is much harder to admit we are weak. A true friend, by loving every part of us, teaches us to love our weaknesses."
~Quotation from Brainy Smurf
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