Grouchy And The Love Doll/Part 2

The next morning, the Smurfs gathered together for breakfast as usual, with Empath and Smurfette sitting together with Tapper and Duncan.

"Michty me, lad and lassie, how can the two of you ever smurf yourself to be awake and refreshed when you seem to be smurfing under each other's hats every night like you do?" Duncan asked.

"We just do, Duncan," Empath said. "Is there any problem with that?"

"I'm just jealous of you two smurfing things that I can only wish to be smurfing in your place, Empath," Duncan said.

"I'm sure the two of them would rather keep their private pleasures exclusively their business to smurf about, my fellow Duncan, and that we don't need to push them into smurfing things that they're too uncomfortable to smurf about with others," Tapper said.

"To be honest, I think we've been smurfing through the entire book The Joy of Smurfing and trying to smurf all that we can out of it," Smurfette said.

"I think every Smurf my age is familiar with that book...except for Tapper here, who would rather not be smurfing Smurfs without clothes smurfing those things," Duncan said.

"I would rather keep my eyes and heart pure of anything that would be dishonoring to the Almighty, however tempting that may be to my flesh," Tapper said.

"That's your choice, Tapper, and this smurf will respect you for it," Empath said.

"By the way, has anyone seen Grouchy this morning?" Smurfette asked.

"Funny, I haven't smurfed him coming out of his house to smurf the breakfast line like usual...or even out of the Imaginarium," Duncan said, looking around.

"Could it be that secret thing he's been smurfing on yesterday?" Tapper asked.

"You too are his closest friends, so this smurf would designate you as the ones who should ask Grouchy about it," Empath said.

"Perhaps the laddie wouldn't want to disclose what his little secret is," Duncan said.

"That shouldn't stop us from at least asking, Duncan," Tapper said. "I'd be willing to visit Grouchy at his house to see what's smurfing on with him."

"Well, if you're going, then I'm going with you," Duncan said.

"I just hope that Grouchy is all right," Smurfette said with some heartfelt honesty. - After breakfast, Tapper and Duncan went to Grouchy's house, where they could hear some grunting going on through the walls.

"I'm not sure I'm going to like finding out just what it is that's smurfing on in there, Duncan," Tapper said.

"There's only one way to know," Duncan said, stepping forward toward the door to knock.

"Yeah? Who is it?" Grouchy asked from within.

"It's your friend Duncan, and Tapper is with me, laddie," Duncan answered.

"Hold on for a minute," Grouchy said. About several seconds later the door opened, and Grouchy was standing there wearing a towel around his waist. "Okay, what do you two want of me?"

"We were just smurfing up on you to see if you were okay, that's all," Tapper said.

Duncan sniffed the air. "Grouchy, you smell like you've just been with a Smurfette."

"Yeah, so?" Grouchy said, not liking what his friend was insinuating.

"Not that it's our business to know what you're smurfing company with, but we just want to know you're not smurfing with anything dangerous," Tapper said.

"Uh, of course not, Tapper," Grouchy said. "You know me, I don't smurf with anything that is dangerous. That's one of the things I hate."

Duncan snorted. "Well, you can carry on with whatever it is you're smurfing there in private, laddie. We're just going to smurf our own way and pretend like we haven't smurfed anything here."

"Oh, good," Grouchy said before he closed the door.

Tapper sighed. "I sense in my spirit that Grouchy is enjoying himself with something that should only be saved for marriage with someone or something."

"At least he's not hurting anyone with what he's smurfing," Duncan said. "We should let the laddie be and smurf him some space to enjoy himself."

"I will be praying for him, Duncan, you can be sure of that," Tapper said as the two of them walked away.

To be expanded on.