My Unsmurfy Valentine/Part 2

Out in the forest, a cherub with ruddy skin, dark red hair, and bat wings was hovering around, armed with a bow and a quiver of arrows tipped with flaming dark red hearts. "Now let's see whose hearts I can set on fire with my lust arrows," he said to himself, smiling in anticipation of his first victims.

He saw two male adult humans working together on cutting down trees -- one of whom is named Pierre and the other Jacques. "So, Pierre, what do you plan on doing for sweet Angelique on this Valentine's Day?" Jacques asked.

"You'll see, Jacques," Pierre answered. "It will be the biggest cake you have ever feasted your eyes upon."

"Bah, you and your cakes," Jacques snorted. "She'll be more impressed with the wood carving of two lovebirds that will I present to her at the feast tonight."

"I tell you, the way to that woman's heart is through her stomach," Pierre said with a snort. "There's no way that she's going to find your wood carvings to be anything impressive."

"That's what you think, you puffed-up pastry chef," Jacques shot back. "A wood carving will last a lot longer than your cakes."

"And she'll end up using it for a parchment weight, just like everybody else does with everything you create, you worm-headed woodsmith," Pierre countered.

"My wood carvings will always be better than your food, Pierre," Jacques said.

"My food will always be better than your wood carvings, Jacques," Pierre said.

The cherub watched as the two humans continued to argue with each other over impressing Angelique with their gifts when he decided that it was getting boring to watch. "Might as well save Angelique the trouble of dealing with these two numbskulls and watch them fall for each other," he said as he plucked an arrow from his quiver and fired it straight between the two humans.

Suddenly the arrow had its effect, as the two humans stopped arguing altogether. "Oh, Pierre, why are we wasting our time arguing over silly little Angelique when I find you so much more attractive than she is?" Jacques said.

"Oh, Jacques, why do I find you more attractive than Angelique is right now?" Pierre said.

"I never thought you'd ever notice me like that," Jacques said, sounding like he was flattered. "And you're not so bad-looking for a pastry chef."

"Wait until I show you what kind of meal I am planning to cook for you tonight, my dear," Pierre said.

The cherub watched the two male adult humans kissing each other, grinning maliciously at what he had done. "Let your hearts burn for each other and see poor Angelique become miserable because neither of you will pay any attention to her," he said with a laugh before he disappeared. - Back in the village, Hefty was helping Handy set up the equipment that was going to be used to play the music at the dance party they were going to have in the dining hall.

"So are you planning on being the first to ask Smurfette to dance with you, Hefty?" Handy asked.

"You bet I am, Handy," Hefty answered. "There's no way I'm going to let that star-smurfed freak have the first dance with her as long as I'm around."

"You know he's going to let you dance with her anyway, so why are you smurfing this into a competition?" Handy asked.

"I was the first to smurf her out in the forest, Handy," Hefty said. "Therefore I should be the first to smurf anything when it comes to smurfing anything with Smurfette."

"Like even possibly marrying her?" Handy said with a laugh. "Well, good luck with that. I'd bet good smurfs that Empath is going to marry her before anybody else does."

"So you're not going to try and ask her to marry you?" Hefty said. "No wonder the competition for her heart is so lacking around here."

"I love Smurfette, but Marina's the one that I love the most, Hefty," Handy said. "If it's possible, I'd like to be smurfing in her world forever and ever as her one true love."

"A Smurf and a mermaid...that's a match smurfed in Elysium, all right," Hefty said with a bit of sarcasm.

Handy looked at the work he and Hefty had accomplished. "Well, Spinner should be all set to smurf his music at the dance tonight. I might as well go back to my workshop and smurf myself ready for later on," Handy said.

"I'll see you later, Handy," Hefty said as they both left the dining hall and headed off to their own houses. Hefty was scatting the Smurf song while jogging toward his house when suddenly he was struck with a heart-shaped arrow. He stopped jogging when he felt something strange coming upon him, like desires for something or someone entirely different.

Tuffy noticed Hefty just standing there, looking sort of strange. "Hey, are you all right, Hefty?" he asked.

"I don't know what smurfed over me, Tuffy," Hefty said with a weird look in his eyes. "All of a sudden, I'm finding myself feeling attracted to someone else."

"Feeling attracted to someone else?" Tuffy asked, sounding curious. "Hefty, there's no other Smurf besides Smurfette that you can feel attracted to."

"No one else...until now," Hefty said, still looking at Tuffy as if he was desiring something of his friend. "Tell me, Tuffy, do you think that I'm attractive?"

"Attractive?" Tuffy said, sounding a bit repulsed. "Hefty, you're smurfing a bit too weird for me!"

"I know that you're smurfing of me, because you want to be just as big and strong as me," Hefty said as he advanced on Tuffy. "You just can't help yourself, can you?"

"Okay, that's it, Hefty...I'm going to take you to Papa Smurf right this minute!" Tuffy said, sounding like he had enough of Hefty's strange behavior.

"Oh, please, take me to Papa Smurf...that way we can smurf for his blessing right now," Hefty said, still clinging onto Tuffy like he wanted to be romantically involved with him.

Then suddenly a heart-shaped arrow struck Tuffy, and he began to feel something strange coming on him at that minute. "On the other hand," Tuffy said as he looked at Hefty, "why do we need to go to Papa Smurf right now? I think we can smurf someplace private that no Smurf needs to know about."

"Now you're talking," Hefty said, as they both held each other in their arms and kissed right at that spot.

To be expanded.