("Actually?" Brainy repeated.) "Is it safe?" "That's actually a really smurfy idea!" Smurfette said. Brainy shot him a glare, which he ignored. "By graciously volunteered, he means that he promised to do my chores for a week if I sit here with this thing on my head until he's done." Hefty commented. Hefty here has graciously volunteered to be my test subject." Besides, I wouldn't want anysmurf else to smurf credit for my idea. And yes, I know that an invention like this would normally be made by Handy, but as Papa Smurf always says, any job worth smurfing is worth smurfing yourself. "Excellent question! This invention of mine," he gestured to the contraption on Hefty's head, "will find what a smurf's dominant trait is, and smurf it into a liquid form! I call it the Smurfy-Thing-Finder. Brainy grinned and put his finger in the air in what was infamously known in the village as "the lecture pose,' a sign that you would soon be bored to tears. what exactly is smurfing on here?" she asked. Smurfette." Smurfette looked around the room. He adjusted his posture to show off his muscles more. "You're just in time to smurf my most brilliant idea yet!" Hefty Smurf rolled his eyes at Brainy's words. "Oh, Smurfette!" Brainy Smurf said when she entered. The area around the door had been cleared out, except for one chair, upon which Hefty Smurf sat, with a contraption upon his head which seemed to be made of kitchen supplies. She had come to borrow a book, but stumbled upon a strange experiment. She knocked once, twice, and then the door swung open and she was dragged in. Regrettably, Smurfette knew who had the most books in town. What was a Smurfette? Perhaps a book had the answer. A friend to the others, but always just on the outskirts, lacking the experience they had. A beautiful idol, to some, and to others a stranger in their home. What was a Smurfette? An artificial creation, one of three girls in the entire village, an enigma in a smurfy body. she sometimes felt like it hadn't entirely worked. And while Papa Smurf's magic turned her into a smurf. She'd been created by Gargamel, sent to lure the smurfs to their doom. After all, she wasn't a real smurf, was she? She didn't feel like she belonged among the other smurfs- and maybe she didn't. What kind of a name is "Smurfette?" Smurfette herself often wondered that, too.
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