Epilogue:

"Hefty, are you sure you want to do this?" Handy asks his best friend, holding his hand reassuringly.

The strong smurf nods his head powerfully. "It's for Dreamy. I've never been more sure of anything in my life." He says.

Painter reclines in the chair so that Hefty is lying perfectly flat. He has already disinfected all of his needles and mixed his inks. Now Hefty was returning after almost two months to get a new tattoo. Papa smurf is away on business, but Handy is still there, providing support for his best friend in any way he can. "Are you sure that's where you want it, Hefty?" He asks, a tad confused. "That seems like an odd place for a tattoo."

"Yes, Handy. I'm sure that's where I want it." Hefty confirms.

Hefty grabs the chair arms to brace himself. "Ready when you are, Painter." He says with a deep breath.

Ever so carefully, Painter dips a finer needle into the black ink. He stretches Hefty's skin with his thumb and forefinger and jabs the fine needle in and out until he is satisfied with the lettering effects he produces. Since this tattoo is significantly smaller, it only takes about a half-hour to make and touch up. "Sa magnifique! Bravo, my friend!" Hefty says, admiring the artist's work in the mirror.

"Ah! Merci! Merci! But may Ah ask, mon ami- why under ze muscle? Why not over ze heart?" Painter asks.

The tattoo is a single six- letter word in curvy, fancy font directly underneath Hefty's left pectoral. "Because, Painter. That was the first place that hurt when I found out." He answers, feeling the spot. "And it was also the first place that started feeling better later."

The six letter word on his chest in curvy fancy font:

Dreamy