Smurfette was hurt more than she could say, her heart ached as she spoke with Poppa Smurf. " No I will not smurf you some smurf berry bushes. I am sorry Smurfette you smurfed that potion that was incomplete. You know not to smurf with my potions. Now you are too big for the village we haven't the space for you. Besides you  were never  truly one of us anyways.  Stay out of the smurf forest."

She slammed the phone down her rage boiling her blood felt hot and skin turned a purplish color. " How dare he." She screamed at the the ceiling. " How dare you" She screamed at the phone as she grabbed it and ripped it out of the wall tossing its remnants across the room. It hit the wall made  a slight ringing noise.

Smurfette was furious at him, it wasn't that he had denied her what she asked for exactly . It is more she needed those smurf berries. She had a brief encounter with Mr.MirkoFritzinger, he ran a distillery and was the boss of the criminal outfit that had taken her in. She wanted to show that she could be useful, so she mentioned that maybe they could make some smurf berry wine. So Mr  Fritzinger asked her get some smurf berries so they could make a batch and see how it came out. This was more important now that Poppa Smurf banned her from the smurf village, the only true home she had and the only place smurf berries grew.  Feeling lonely and abandoned she moped into her bedroom and flopped on to  her bed she  cried so hard the whites of her eyes turned red.

Smurfette had fallen asleep crying out her frustration. When she woke  her blonde hair was pasted to her face from her tears. She peeled it from her face and needed to calm her mind still so she walked to the book shelf to find a book to read. Maybe that would help her clear her mind so she  could think clearly on how to get these smurf berries she said she could get.  She found the book the Art of War by Sun Tzu. She sat in the over stuffed chair in her living room the phone still lay ignored against the wall on the floor all broken up.  She sat in the chair trying to clear her mind from her troubling talk with Poppa Smurf.  She read for several hours the sun now just below the horizon. She was just about to stop reading when a passage stood out to her that she had not read yet,  If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles.  That was the answer to her smurf berry problem. 

Gargamel.

Just the thought of him made  her  blue skin crawl. She hated Gargamel more than any other smurf did. He created her to bring discord and jealousy among the smurfs. She really wanted to be good at first so Poppa Smurf helped her with one of his potions. Her anger and resentment turned sour in her stomach as it changed to bitterness.

Well if Poppa won't help me Gargamel will. She shut the book abruptly and set it on the table near her chair. Reaching for the phone she grabs only air, she remembered at this moment that she thrown it as her eyes laid on the broken phone across the room. Her initial anger at Poppa Smurf, for denying her what she needed still boiled in her blood. She washed her face and looking into the mirror as she dried her face she felt the need to go back to her natural black hair, maybe this was so Gargamel would accept her better, she wasn't sure, but she set to dying her newly black hair  before leaving to get her ticket. She had to do this in person, so she grabbed her coat to head out the door.

Smurfette walked the several blocks down the road to the airport. She walked in locating the tickets counter she bought a ticket for Belgium. This was was where she and all smurfs were from, this was also where Gargamel lived. She procured her ticket and then went to pack for her trip. Arriving at the airport the next day she flew to meet Gargamel. She was anxious and  had spells of cold sweats and hot flashes as the plane flew over the Atlantic Ocean. Once it landed in Belgium al her worries seemed to leave her thought process. It was so nice to be  back in her home country again.  

She left the airport and hailed herself a taxi to head off to Gargamel's hovel, his small shack where he lived with his cat and assistant. This was not far from the smurf forest , the best location he could find for his evil plan to collect all the smurfs to turn them into gold. After a couple hours drive through the country side the taxi driver left her standing outside the shack.  She stood there a moment gathering her courage. This was the evil wizard that created her for havoc, and she disobeyed him. She wasn't sure how this reunion would go. So she knocked on the door.

Gargamel opened the door Azrael was weaving between his legs his tail flicking as the two laid upon Smurfette. She gave them both a wry smile. " Are you going to smurf me to come in? " She asked her creator  hoping he wouldn't be unkind.

" Well Scruple, look what the cat dragged in." Azrael gave Gargamel an irritated meow and  went to lay down by the fireplace.  Gargamel invited  Smufette into his hovel. " What does my little smurf want from me." He paused as she walked in and sat near his fireplace. "Something is different about my little creation. You are not little anymore." 

"No I am not Gargamel I smurfed one of Poppa Smurfs potions and it smurfed me get larger. I kinda like being 4 foot 10 instead of 6 inches tall." 

He waggled an old crooked finger at her. " Is that why you are here because my magic is better than his? "  He laughed an evil laugh at his comment.

She shook her coal colored locks and smiled," No, they don't want me back , Poppa Smurf said I was never one of them anyways."

"So you came back home? Hoping I would take you back? You turned on me Smurfette and became a goody two shoes smurf. Why should I help you?" He sneered at her.

She knew she was making a deal with the devil, but continued anyways.

" I need smurf berry bushes, and you want gold. If you can get me smurf berries all that I need, and  give me a bit of good luck also that this Mr.Fritzinger likes smurf berry wine. I will give you a third of what I make from it. Think of all that gold Gargamel."  She was hoping that if she catered his desire for gold he would help obtain a few smurf berry bushes and keep her supply going should she need more.

"A third you say? I like that." He paused rubbing his chin thoughtfully then yelled out for his assistant. "Scruple  go get our Smurfette a couple of smurf Berry bushes. Be quick about it, I'll send Azrael out to keep those smurfs from hassling you. So Scruple and Azrael left the hovel to do Gargamel's bidding. They came back several hours later with Azrael's fur all ruffled and Scruple with a bag over his shoulder with three smurf berry plants  their roots wrapped in moist cloth.

She packed the three plants called a cab , and caught her flight back to New York. Hoping that maybe she could find her nitch in this new world.

I'm a bit of a botanist myself after a manner of speaking.  Good luck out there and maybe we can make a profit together someday.

Smurfette's flight back to New York was definitely more pleasant than her flight to Belgium, even the plane was smaller and had more turbulence.  what made the flight nicer was the gentleman who sat next her. Apparently he was rat or at least introduced himself as MickeyTheRat, so she assumed he was a rat.  She had not seen any rats since she ventured out of the smurf village, so she was excited to finally meet one. 

He entertained her with stories of  his botanist practice and all the horticulture he knew. It was a long flight so he was able to done on and on about all things related to botany.  He was especially curious about her Smurf Berries as even in all his field studies he had never seen any berry bushes quit like them before.  Yet, her inquisitive mind kept rambling off new questions as she learned about the plants that she may encounter outside the smurf village.

His tales of his practices filled  the time  pleasantly and before they knew it the plane was landing in New York . The botanist as an after thought mentioned to Smurfette that she should hide her bushes from the customs agents at the airport. She heeded this rats advice and hid the bushes, in the bottom of her bag under her fluffed clothes like they were dirty clothes. She waved a friendly good by to the Rat being the first rat she met she felt rats were pretty smart.  Then hailed herself a cab back  to show Mr.Fritzinger the Smurf Berry bushes to see if they would make a  palatable wine.