A/N: I borrowed some of the lyrics from the song “It’s my life” by Bon Jovi in this chapter.

Chapter 7 - The Aftermath

Elder Brainy and Brainette led the time-travelers back in from the balcony. Their blood still rushed with excitement from watching Hefty’s future self, Toughette, and the two magical smurfs wrestling with the rabid raccoon. Seeing Nat welding a weapon was a shock for Papa and the others too. From what was explained to them the actions taken was necessary in order to rescue the sick mother raccoon before it was too late. The time-travelers now wondered what else they are going to experience in this new world.

“Papa Smurf,” Brainette said. “I hope you don’t mind that we give you a brief tour of our home first. It will give Nat and the others time to take our patient to the clinic and get her prepped. Because of our little excitement just now we need to check up on the raccoon before Brainy and I can help with your Time Crystals.”

“That is fine, thank you.” Papa Smurf nodded understandingly.

“Ok, where should we start with the tour?” Elder Brainy pondered out loud.

Before anyone could make any suggestions a small voice called out to them.

“Elder, Elder!” One of the smurflings cried as he and three other smurflings ran up to their Elders and the Time Traveling Smurfs. “Now that the sick raccoon is captured can we go out and play?”

“Yes, by all means Adventure Smurfling.” Elder Brainy answered with a broad smile to the little smurfling in a yellow hat. “Go outside for some much needed fresh air.”

“But Elder,” a little red-capped smurfling stepped forward. “What about our studies this morning?” He was quickly jabbed in the ribs by his yellow-capped friend. “Ow!” He yelped then glared at his attacker.

“Apprentice Smurfling,” Adventure Smurfling hissed.

“Now, now smurflings,” Elder Brainy smiled. “As you can tell we have guests that need our attention. Therefore, Elder Brainette and I decided to cancel all lessons for a few days.”

“Oh, first I would like to say welcome,” A little dark pink capped smurfette chirped – doing a little curtsy towards to the time-travelers. She then looked back up at her elders. “Second - Really?” She cocked her head in a stunned expression.

“I’m sure you smurflings can survive not having your lessons for a few days, Ascertainette.” Brainette said, patting the young smurfette on the head.

“Come on Smurflings what are we waiting for?” The other smurfette exclaimed. She started to run down the hall with excitement.

“Nationalette no running in the halls please.” Elder Brainy called out after her.

The young smurfette respectably stopped running and turned her head to look back. “Sorry Elders.” She apologized.

Elder Brainy noticed the other three smurflings still standing in front of them. He started to wave his hand in an ‘away’ motion to them. “Well, what are waiting for? Go get Elder Sassette, Slouchy, Snappy, and the other smurflings for some outdoors fun.”

The young smurflings cheered. Adventure Smurfling and Apprentice Smurfling looked up and smiled at Papa and Grandpa Smurf. They seem to be giving them a knowing look. With a giggle the two smurflings turned to catch up with the young smurfettes.

Grandpa Smurf stroked his long white beard as he caught a familiar glint in the young smurflings eyes. He leaned over and whispered to Papa Smurf, “Did those two seem familiar to you?”

“Now that you mentioned it, they kind of did.” Papa Smurf pondered as he too realized the two smurflings had a familiar appearance to them.

“If you ask me, Papa Smurf,” Young Brainy eagerly leaned over to his idle and continued, “The one in the red cap reminded me of the time when you drank from the fountain of youth and became a smurfling again.”

The other time traveling smurfs started to nod and mutter amongst themselves in agreement.

Elder Brainy blurted out in a nervous laugh. “Shall we begin with the tour? We are close to the library, why don’t we start there?” He suggested, pointing in the opposite direction from where the smurflings went.

“What a smurfy idea, love.” Brainette nodded. She glanced back to their guests and motioned with her arm for them to follow their lead. “Come smurfs, you will be able to see some of the books we collected over the centuries.”

“Oh, great.” Vanity Smurf sighed as he captured a glimpse of himself in his hand held mirror. “It’s typical that the future Brainy would want to start there.”

“Oui, most of the books are probably of his quotations. Let’z just hope he doesn’t try reading any of zem to us.” Painter Smurf chuckled.

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Toughette squirmed slightly in Hefty’s arms as Nat Smurf poked her left arm with a butterfly needle. He released the valve on the long thin tube attached to it and it started to drain her blood into a collection tube.

“It’s almost over, Toughette.” Nat said with a soothing tone.

With a whimpering sound, Toughette snuggles closer to her boyfriend’s chest. Hefty responded by wrapping his arms tighter around her.

“You’re going to be alright, Toughette,” he whispered gingerly into her ear. “You know you are getting much braver at this.”

“Really?” Toughette asked. She wanted to believe Hefty, but she could not get past the uncomfortable feeling of a sharp foreign object being jabbed in her arm.

“Ok, I’m done.” Nat announced. He carefully pulled out the needle and replaced it with a gauss. After disposing the needle in a yellow hazard medical waste box, Nat grabbed a piece of body tape and stretched it over the gauss. Then he picked up the tray with all the collection tubes and headed for the clinic lab with them. “Now, you guys wait here…don’t go anywhere while I test all your blood samples.” The yellow straw-capped elder said as he walked past Sorcerette and Sorcerer Smurf.

“I don’t see why we have to go through this every time we capture one of these sick animals!” Sorcerer called out to Nat.

“For safety reasons, Sorcerer,” Nat replied just before entering the clinic lab. “Even though none of you got bitten there is still a chance the animal’s saliva seeped in a possible scratch or other open wound that you may have had during the captures of these rabies victims.”

“That’s ridiculous,” Sorcerer protested. “None of us got bitten or scratched by that raccoon, or any of the bats for that matter!”

“Still, I want to be sure, you hickory-nut. Now sit down and relax a bit.” Nat stated before closing the clinic lab door.

Frustrated, Sorcerer spun around and walked up to Hefty and Toughette whom both are snuggled comfortable on the clinic bed. “Don’t you two think that having to sit in here for over an hour is silly when we could be doing other things right now?” He asked them.

With a lazy blink, Hefty slowly looked up at the former Baby Smurf. With a deep sigh, he rolled his eyes skyward. “Sorcerer, for once just listen to Nat and sit down and relax a bit, ok.” He pleaded.

“Yeah, it’s been a long month. We are all exhausted from these midnight hunts, not to mention our unexpected early morning visitors and our sick raccoon friend. I hate these blood tests way more than you do, but it is necessary so deal with it!” Toughette growled.

Sorcerer gave an exasperated sigh then turned to his mate in hopes he would get support from her. “Sorcerette…?” He said.

“Sorry,” she sighed as she sat down on the couch sitting at the other end of the clinic. The punk smurfette picked up her ipod and began sticking the earphones in her ears. “I’m with them on this one.” She added as she pushed play to start the music.

Sorcerer growled in defeat as he crashed down on the couch beside Sorcerette.

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Meanwhile, Elder Brainy and Brainette just finished showing their guests the smurf’s rec room. The sight of a pool table, dart board, and TV was all new to the time-travelers. However, the indoor wall fountain captured Smurfette and a few other smurf’s attention. Other artwork that was displayed in the rec room was fascinating and even exotic in nature. Painter Smurf felt very inspired himself as he marveled at some of the sculptures. Next the two elders took them into the largest room of the Smurf Community, the nursery.

“In here, smurfs,” Elder Brainy said as he led the way in the room, “Is the smurflings nursery. In the two rooms at the end is where the smurflings sleep. Over here we sit the smurflings down for story time before bed.” He added pointing at a large matted area of the nursery.

“Amazing,” Papa Smurf gasped. He glanced around and got a real eye full of the room. There was an area with a large TV, like the one in the rec room, and an area with books. It amazed him to see so many different types of toys. Even his old friend, the Toy Maker, could not make such toys. There were some that looked like they could even be magical.

Painter Smurf picked up an object with buttons and a screen in the middle of it. “Sacre bleu, what is ziz strange box?” He asked.

Brainette leaned in and with a smile she answered, “That is called a video game Painter. You push this button here and it turns on. The screen in the middle allows the player to see the game as they play – some smurflings play on it for hours.”

“You’ve got to be smurfing me,” Painter exclaimed. He was not able to believe that any smurf could spend hours looking at a little box.

Baby Smurf spotted something familiar over at one of the shelves. He cooed anxiously as he at reached his tiny little arms out at an old fashion teddy bear. Grouchy Smurf picked it up and handed it up to the infant smurfling. As soon as Baby grabbed it he forced the teddy into a tight squeeze. Seeing little Baby enjoying the comfort of the teddy bear puts a soft smile on the Grouchy’s normally harden glum face.

Elder Brainy saw Baby Smurf’s hugging the old teddy and hobbled over. He leaned in and whispered, “Believe it or not Baby, but your future self still finds that old thing irresistible.” He said with a chuckle.

Smurfette wondered over to an area of the nursery that had many pink things. She leaned over some small toy houses about half her size. She marveled at the details of the tiny furniture inside the houses.

“Oooh, what a smurfy little houses.” Smurfette cooed.

“Yes,” Brainette nodded. “This is a favorite for some of the little smurfettes.

“Oh, look Sassette – look at these dolls.” Smurfette swooned over the life-like human and smurf figurines lined up in a row in long selves against the wall. There had to be hundreds of them in all sizes and shapes.

“Smurf-a-roo, Smurfy-Lu never looked like this.” The little red-headed smurfling cried in awe. She picked up a little smurfette doll in the prettiest dress she had ever seen.

The other smurfs wondered the nursery at awe with the unique toys. Lazy saw a big pillow chair at the edge of the matted area of the nursery and instantly sat right down on it. He snuggled up against the soft cushion before falling into a light snooze. Greedy found himself in a miniature kitchen. He saw life-like food neatly prepared and presented on a small table. He reached down and grabbed what he thought was a sandwich. As soon as he bit down on it he realized it was not real. Disappointed, Greedy puts the fake sandwich back down on the table. Meanwhile, Wild, Hefty, Snappy, Brainy, and Clumsy lean over some strange looking shinny wagons.

“Gosh, what kind of toy is this?” Clumsy asked.

“Clumsy, Clumsy, Clumsy,” Young Brainy answered in a snobbish way. “It’s, ah… Well, um…”

“Well, Brainy, what is it?” Hefty and Snappy growled in chorus.

Before young Brainy could say anything the little shinny wagon zoomed away with a tiny motorized sound. This startled the time-travelers – each one gave a yelp. Wild Smurf jumped so high that he latched onto the rock wall behind him. He looked over his shoulder and with an angry chirp as he shook his fist at the scary possessed object. Brainy leapt into Hefty’s arms while Clumsy and Snappy latched onto each side of the strong smurf. The fact that the other smurfs jumped at him and held on so tight it prevented him from running away when the strange wagon zoomed off.

“Smurf-a-roo!” Grandpa Smurf cried out as the motorized box on wheels screamed by.

“Great Smurfs,” Papa Smurf yelped. He even took a step back from the foreign object as it drove past him.

“Wow,” Handy Smurf gasped. “What a fascinating device.” He did not keep his eyes off the shinny wagon.

The sound of a female giggling had them turning to Elder Brainette. She held up a black box with all sorts of buttons and controllers on it. With pride she announced, “Sorry, I couldn’t resist.” The female elder chuckled. “That, my smurfy friends, is called a remote control car. We are able to make it move with this thing – the remote.” She added addressed the box in her hand.

“Of course, I knew that.” Young Brainy said with the attempt to sound confident. The young strong smurf holding him gave him a glaring before dropping him. “Ow,” young Brainy cried out when he landed with a hard thud.

“You don’t suppose I could have a look at that, ah, remote?” Handy asked.

“Sure,” Brainette smiled with a nod. “This knob controls the forwards and backwards motion. This one controls the vehicle in turning right or left. This button is the breaks and this one is to accelerate - to make the vehicle move faster. Try not to break it though, ok.”

“Vehicle,” Papa Smurf pondered.

“Yes,” Brainette continued. “It is a, ah, modern way we get around…well, mostly the humans ride those things. We smurfs only use mechanical machines like that, bigger size of course, if we are going on long trips somewhere with the smurflings.”

Handy Smurf stopped playing with the remote control as soon as something else caught his attention. He placed the remote on a small table with a plastic tea set on it. In wonder he leaned down to get a closer look at the object. “What a manner of toy is this?” Handy asked, picking up a little blue train with a number 1 on the side of it. On either side were three wheels. The strangest thing about them was a long stick-like object that connected them together. He turned the toy around and saw a face with big round eyes staring back at him.

“That,” Elder Brainy said, “is called Thomas the Train. Some of the smurflings really fancy that toy. They seem to have all the names figured out for each of those characters. I, admit, in having troubles keeping up with all the names for each of those trains, so please don’t ask, ok.” He added with a sigh.

“Say, what does this thing do?” Jokey wondered out loud. He bent down to get a closer look at a strange looking silver box. The prankster smurf reached over to push one of the buttons. To his surprise, as well as every other smurf in the room, the box started to make a loud noise with a thumping beat. It almost sounded like someone was attempting to sing with the strange sound. Jokey leapt three inches off the ground and joined Wild Smurf on the rock wall.

“That was not funny!” Jokey snapped.

“How does a smurf get any rest around here with that noise? It’s worse than Harmony’s trumpet playing.” Lazy Smurf said, covering his ears in agony.

Brainette calmly walked over and turned off the noise the silver box was making.

“This is a called a ghetto blaster.” She explains calmly. “I would suggest that you do not touch anything else in this room ok, smurfs.”

“Ah, yes, well why don’t we carry on with the tour and our last stop will be down to the clinic where we care for our sick friends of the forest.” Elder Brainy suggested.

The time-travelers follow the elder smurfs of the future out of the nursery for more sightseeing of this strange new place.

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An hour and fifteen minutes went by and Nat has yet to give them the news about their blood tests. At this point Sorcerer finally started to relax, but still felt really bored. The magical smurf would rather be outside now playing with the smurflings. He opened his eyes as soon as he heard Sorcerette singing out loud with the music from her ipod.

“This ain’t a song for the brokenhearted…no silent prayer for the faith departed…and I ain’t gonna be just a face in the crowd, you’re gonna hear my voice when I shout it out loud!” Sorcerette kept in tune as she bopped her head up and down to the beat with her eyes shut.

Sorcerer Smiled when he saw Elder Brainy and Brainette escorting the time-travelers into the clinic.

“And to conclude our tour we come to the clinic where we take care of sick animals and smurfs. First we will check up on the rac…” Elder Brainy stopped in mid sentence when Sorcerette’s singing started getting louder. Her shoulders and feet began moving with the beat to the music she was listening to. It is obvious to every smurf that she is unaware of their presence. The time-travelers seemed particularly unsure of how this smurfette’s actions. To them she appeared to be possessed by something, or under some sort of spell.

Elder Brainy turned to Brainette and could tell she is not impressed with Sorcerette’s behavior. He took it upon himself to walk up and attempt to get her attention before she started really embarrassing them in front of their guests.

“It’s my life,” Sorcerette kept singing, unaware of the elders and the time-travelers entering the room. “It’s now or never, I ain’t gonna live forever, I just wanna live while I’m alive! It’s my life, my heart is like an open highway, like Frankie said, “I did it my way”, I just wanna live while I’m alive, ‘cause it’s my li-AAAHhhh!” She screamed the second she saw Elder Brainy’s red coat walking up to her. She instantly covered her eyes in embarrassment.

Sorcerer Smurf burst out in laughter. “No way, that was too awesome!” He snickered.

“Now that was funny,” Jokey Smurf chuckled.

“Ok, you know what?” Sorcerette cried, looking back up at Elder Brainy. “I’m going to buy a bell and tie it on you so you can’t ever sneak up on me like that again!” She said after popping the earphones out from her ears.

“I would be impressed if you were to hear me coming, even with a bell on, under that loud music squawking in your ears and your attempts to sing those crazy songs.” Elder Brainy groaned.

“Yeah, Sorcerette! You are supposed to be a telepath, not a rock star!” He continued to chuckle.

“Would you smurf up!” Sorcerette crowed. She reached back and swung the couch cushion at him.

“Sorcerette, need I remind you that you are in the clinic and we must respect the sick animals in the next room by keeping our voices down.” Brainette warned the young smurfette.

“What? He started it!” Sorcerette crossed her arms with a sulk.

“I don’t care who started it you need to be more aware of your surroundings!” Brainette shook her finger down at the magical smurfette. “Perhaps we need to increase your training, what do you say?” She added.

“No, I’ll try harder, I promise.” Sorcerette said quietly. She turned to see little Baby Smurf giggling. She knew that the little smurfling was amused with what was going on. In the corner of her eye she saw the baby’s future self still laughing in sync with the baby’s laughter. It bothered her that these two were enjoying the fact she embarrassed herself in front of the elders and guests. With a huff, she got up and walked up to the baby and Grouchy Smurf, who was holding him. “Hey Baby, do me a favor,” she leaned over to the little blue infant. “Don’t ever grow up, ok. You may turn out like that smurf over there. And trust me he’s a pain in the smurf!” The young adult smurfette teased.

“I hate Baby growing up!” Grouchy Smurf snapped. He held Baby closer in a protective manner.

“Yeah, you know what I’m talking about!” Sorcerette nodded in agreement.

“Well, what can I say – we all can’t stay babies forever!” Sorcerer shrugged.

Elder Brainy turned to see the future Hefty sitting up on the clinic bed along with Toughette. He suddenly looked very worried as he walked up to them. “Why are you smurfs still in here anyway?” He asked.

Toughette finished a big yawn before replying, “We are still waiting for Nat to give us the results to our blood tests.”

“Blood tests?” Papa Smurf asked in an intriguing manner.

“Yes,” Brainette stepped up to explain. “For almost a hundred years now we smurfs have discovered both technology and science had great potential in making our lives better as well as telling us more about each other by just observing the cells in our blood.”

“Eesh,” Vanity, Painter, and Greedy Smurf both made a disgusted faces. “How can anyone tell anything by looking at their blood? Not only that, who would want to look at another smurf’s blood?” Vanity asked, again looking into his mirror. “Not I.”

“Yeah, I’m still digesting breakfast.” Greedy nodded in agreement. He patted his full tummy to insure that he’s still satisfyingly full.

“Besides, Brainette, we don’t need to bore them with that kind of details.” Toughette addressed while stretching out the last bit of kinks in her back. She walked up to her older sister and patted her on the shoulder.

Brainette thought about it for a moment then looked back at her blond tough sister. “Good point,” she said.

“Ah, why don’t we go check on our patients?” Elder Brainy suggested.

“Yes,” Brainette nodded, “This way smurfs.” She said leading them off to the other room.

The first thing Brainette did once she entered the room was to walk straight up to a computer by the mother raccoon. She tapped on the keyboard and read the words along with the graphs on the screen.

Elder Brainy walked up to his mate. “So how’s our latest patient doing?” He asked.

Brainette let out a sigh as she examined the charts. “Well, she is still barely in the first stages of treatments. It would seem she could use a few more CC’s of fluid though. Apparently, she is very dehydrated. I will add that in right now so Nat can be sure she receives it.” She said as she typed down her instructions and updated the charts for the raccoon.

“I see,” the bespectacled male elder nodded.

“Are you saying that magic box told you about the raccoon’s condition?” Handy inquired.

“Why yes, Handy. A lot of our data is stored in these, er, magic boxes.” Brainette answered. “Actually we call it a computer.”

“That’s simply amazing,” Papa Smurf said in awe. He leaned over to read the computer screen. It was like reading a page in a book. He went to touch the keyboard when Brainette grabbed his hand.

“Careful Papa Smurf, if you push the wrong key you might accidently delete all our years of hard work. And trust me that would make me very unhappy.” The elder smurfette warned.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Papa Smurf blushed as he backed away from the computer.

Wild Smurf walked over to a pen where three baby raccoons lie with bandages around their tiny bodies. He started chirping at them. The three babies looked up at him with their big sad eyes. Wild reached down and began petting one of them on the head in a gentle manner.

Smurfette, Handy, Jokey, Sassette, and Snappy walk up to the cages where the bats are. The flying rodents seem to be calm as they slept upside down.

“Oh, are these the sick bats you mentioned?” Little Sassette asked.

“Yes they are,” Brainette nodded proudly. “All recovering nicely with the treatments they receive daily.”

A shadow catches Vanity and Clumsy’s attention. They look over as the fury figure comes in through the large doors at the end of the animal clinic. It didn’t take long before the other time-traveling smurfs noticed a calico feline stalking Elder Brainy. Elder Brainy did not notice the cat sneaking up behind him for his attention is focused on the updated condition of some of the infected bats.

“Look out there’s a ca-ca-ca-ca…” Vanity stuttered.

Elder Brainy clued in on Vanity’s warning and slowly turned around. Before any of the smurfs could react the cat leapt at the bespectacled elder. As soon as the fury feline landed almost on top of him she purred and rubbed up against him.

“Whiskers! What are you doing in here?” He demanded as he forced the cat away from him.

“Whiskers…?” The time travelers echoed. They all can’t believe what they are seeing. Is it possible that the future smurfs keep a cat for a pet?

“Oops, that’s our bad.” Sorcerer admitted. He instantly walked up to the cat and guided her away from Elder Brainy. “Guess we left the backdoor open when we brought in the mother raccoon.”

“What’s the matter with you smurfs? Do you want Whiskers to get sick?” Elder Brainy snapped.

“No, of course not – our minds were just a little distracted that‘s all.” Sorcerette tried to explain.

“Never mind that just get her out of here! You need to be more careful,” Elder Brainy ordered.

“Will you calm down,” the future Hefty demanded. He and Toughette walked past the smurfs and towards the back door.

“Yeah, don’t smurf yourself into a heart attack.” Toughette joked, but in a half serious manner.

“Go on Whiskers. Outside. Go play with the smurflings, ok.” Sorcerer ushered the cat out.

As soon as the cat was outside, Hefty, Toughette, and Sorcerette lower the back door so that nothing can get in or out of the clinic.

“You smurfs keep a cat as a pet?” Sassette asked in astonishment up at the future Hefty.

“Hey, wasn’t my idea.” The future Hefty raised his hands up in a defensive position. “Last year one of our human friends said her cat’s litter had a runt that wasn’t doing so well. Nat brought the kitten here to be treated. The smurflings fell in love with Whiskers and since then she has lived here with us.” He explained.

“Speaking of pets, where’s Puppy?” Little Snappy spoke up.

“Does it look like we have a puppy here?” Elder Brainy blurted. “Granted we have enough animals running around this little community of ours to start our own zoo, but a puppy? At least for now I’m sure…” He added giving the young magical smurfs a leering stare.

Sorcerer shook his head and leaned over to Sorcerette and whispered, “Notice he looked at us when he said that? Like we have something to do with the animals we keep as pets.” Sorcerette nodded in agreement.

“Wondering wortmongers, we are talking about Puppy! You know our best friend in the Smurf Village?” Little Sassette asked.

It took a moment for Elder Brainy clue in. For a split second his face turned pale blue. Memories of that fateful day when they encountered a powerful demon named, Asmoday. Thanks to that demon the smurfs existents nearly was whipped out from the face of the planet. That black year the evil demon took away the ten surviving smurfs home, their fellow smurfs and smurfettes, and their faithful friend, Puppy.

Papa Smurf sensed something must have happened just by reading Elder Brainy’s face. He walked up to the future Brainy and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “Brainy…?” He whispered to him.

Elder Brainy broke out of his terrifying trip down memory lane. He blinked a few times before turning his back on the time traveling smurfs. “Puppy is…not here.” He muttered.

“Well where is he?” Sappy demanded.

“Snappy not now,” Papa Smurf held out his hand to stop the young smurfling from asking more questions.

For a moment there was an awkward silence. No smurf knew what to say. The time travelers could see all the future smurfs seem to have the same mournful look on their faces. Nat walked in the room and headed straight towards the future Hefty, Toughette, and the magical smurfs. He smiled up at them – holding a piece of paper.

“Good news the tests came back negative. You can leave the clinic now.” The nature loving smurf said.

“Yes,” Sorcerer cheered. There is nothing like good news to bring you out of a depressing situation. Speaking of which, Sorcerer felt his elders could use a break from walking their guests around the community. He waved at the traveling smurfs. “Hey smurfs, why don’t you come outside with Sorcerette and I? We can properly introduce you to the smurflings if you hadn’t met them yet.”

“Good idea. Thank you Sorcerer.” Brainette said, giving the young smurf an approving nod.

“That sounds great,” Papa Smurf nodded. He felt that a distraction from this awkward moment will be good for him and his little smurfs. “We would love to meet the smurflings.”

“Papa Smurf, Grandpa Smurf,” Brainette called out. “Perhaps when Brainy and I are done checking up on the animals here we can meet up to talk about your Time Crystals.” She suggested.

“Oh, sure.” Papa Smurf nodded before following the magical smurfs out of the room.

Elder Brainy looked over his shoulder to his young strong brother. Neither of them said a word. There was no need to talk for they knew what the other was thinking. They went through a lot since losing their home over five hundred years ago.

Hefty breathed in deeply. “Toughette and I will go clean the kitchen and prepare everything for lunch.” He offered. Elder Brainy nodded and watched his younger brother left the clinic with his girlfriend by his side.

“What’s smurfing on here?” Nat asked. He could sense the tension when he entered the room moments earlier.

“They asked about Puppy,” Brainette said dryly.

“Oh,” Nat sighed. He still remembered his loyal friend. His heart ached when he saw the cruel fate his furry best friend had. He was only a smurfling then, but it still felt like it was yesterday. To get his mind off from that time period, he turned his attention in joining his older friends as they continued to examine their patients.