The Rise And Fall Of Smurfy Tower/Part 2

A few days have passed, and the weather became warmer, causing the snow to start melting. It was on this day that Architect came out of his house, having spent his days working on a project, carrying the completed design rolled up in his hand to Papa Smurf's house.

"Wow, I think Papa Smurf would just slip over these new designs," he said to himself, sounding enthusiastic about his meeting with the village leader, though there was still a patch of ice on the ground that he almost slipped on.

Jokey came out around this time, carrying one of his presents. "Hi there, Architect," he greeted. "What are you smurfing today now that the weather is warmer?"

"Oh, I'm just going to present my new design for the village storehouse to Papa Smurf and see what he smurfs of it, whether he's going to have Handy start construction on it or not," Architect answered.

"A new design?" Jokey said. "I know you're very good at designing houses, but I wonder what's wrong with the old storehouse that it needs a new design."

"I just figure it could smurf some improvements that it would make it more smurfy for its function, Jokey," Architect responded, briefly showing Jokey the design he had created. "Do you think that something like this might work?"

"I don't know, Architect," Jokey said. "I'm only a prankster, so I know how to smurf better pranks, not better houses and buildings. Maybe Handy can smurf you some advice as to what you can smurf to that design."

"Well, if I happen to run into Handy, I'll let him see firsthand so that he can smurf me what to do as far as any changes," Architect said. "By the way, are you going to see Empath today? I haven't heard what's smurfing on with him since I have been busy in my house with these new designs."

"I'm hoping he would awaken soon, and if he doesn't, I'm going to smurf off this surprise next to him so that he could smurf out of bed," Jokey said, laughing.

"Well, good luck with that, Jokey," Architect said. "I'll smurf you later." - Meanwhile, in Papa Smurf's house, he was helping Handy with some repairs to the beams holding up his ceiling, with Papa Smurf holding up a bucket to catch the water dripping down while Handy was hammering away.

"I'll have this leak smurfed in no time, Papa Smurf," Handy said while continuing his work.

"Why, thank you, Handy," Papa Smurf said. "I wouldn't want to smurf through the rest of the winter with a hole in my roof."

"I just wish that Empath was up and about, Papa Smurf," Handy said. "I'm glad that the explosion that happened in your laboratory smurfed no real damage, but to not have him smurfing his usual tasks in the village does make me somewhat concerned."

"We're all concerned about him, Handy," Papa Smurf said. "I'm sure that we will smurf a good report about him soon, as long as we focus on our own daily tasks and not worry too much about what may happen to Empath."

Then Architect suddenly opened the door to Papa Smurf's house, knocking over the ladder and causing Handy to fall down from it. "Papa Smurf, Papa Smurf!" Architect called out. "I have finally smurfed it!" Then Architect looked and saw that Papa Smurf wasn't alone in his house, that Handy was already there helping with some repairs. "Uh-oh!" he exclaimed as he saw Handy with his head covered with a bucket full of water.

Handy coughed as he lifted the bucket from off his head. "Well, hello, Architect," he greeted a bit angrily.

"I'm sorry, Handy, but I just couldn't wait to show Papa Smurf my latest design," Architect said as he wiped Handy's head with a handkerchief.

"Well, next time, why don't you knock before entering?" Handy said. "That would be much better than just smurfing right in. You never know who might be smurfing behind the door when you enter."

"I said that I'm sorry," Architect said, not wishing to get into an argument over a simple mistake.

"I'm sure that there's no intentional harm done on Architect's part, Handy, so let's just let things smurf," Papa Smurf said. He then turned to Architect as the young Smurf approached him. "So what have you smurfed this time, Architect?"

"A design masterpiece that will turn Architect Smurf into a household name, if it hasn't already," Architect replied, showing Papa Smurf the design that he had created. "Smurftacular, isn't it?"

"That's for sure," Handy said, as he and Papa Smurf both looked at the design together. "But what is it?"

"It's our new storehouse, Handy, and it's loaded with super-smurfy time-smurfing extras," Architect answered as he unrolled the design chart on the table to better show all its features.

Papa Smurf looked at everything on the design chart very carefully, trying hard not to be so critical of the young Smurf's creativity and ingenuity. "I'm sure that it is, Architect, but it's not exactly what I had in mind."

"Well, maybe it would be better if we simplified the design, Papa Smurf," Handy said, taking the pencil from off his right ear as he got a closer look at the design.

Architect watched as Papa Smurf and Handy made modifications to his original design, erasing some things and drawing other things in their place. He had a feeling that he wasn't going to like what those two Smurfs were doing to the design he had originally created.

Then after a few minutes, Handy said, "There. It is finished."

"So what do you think of the modified design, Architect?" Papa Smurf asked as he let the young Smurf have a chance to see it for himself.

Architect looked at it and was greatly disappointed by what he saw. "But Papa Smurf, it looks just like the old storehouse," he complained.

"But what's wrong with that?" Papa Smurf asked.

"Aaaah, what's the use?" Architect growled, heading out of Papa Smurf's house, slamming the door shut behind him as he left.

Both Handy and Papa Smurf stood there looking at each other, puzzled and dumbfounded. "Well, what smurfed into him?" Handy asked.

To be expanded on.