THIS IS A SEQUEL TO CREEK'S RETURN! READ THAT FIRST IF YOU HAVEN'T!

Anyway, I hope this wasn't too long of a wait, for those that did read the first story. I appologize for the wait. I actually did a lot of brainstorming and research while coming up with this. I had watched smurfs when I had cable almost every night (because that's what played on Boomerang at the time), but I wanted to make sure I characterized them right. So, I watched a few smurfs movies, some of the old cartoons, and read a lot of wikipedia. Haha!

Anyway, this sequel went through at least three name changes. I think this one is the most appropriate. And don't worry, next chapter you will get to see more trolls, I promise you! I'm actually more excited than I should be about a scene that will take place much later. I'll let you know which scene it is when it appears. This is much shorter than I thought it would be, but oh well. Enjoy the smurfs!

"You'll love Smurf Village!" Smurfette exclaimed, making a dramatic gesture with her hands. "It's so peaceful, and there's so many smurfs for you to get to know!"

Listening intently, Creek followed her steps closely. They made their way through the brush, deeper than Creek had ever gone. He wasn't even sure how far they had traveled, or how much farther they would have to continue on. It felt like they had been walking for an eternity, but Smurfette's sweet voice seemed to at least help the time pass by a little. While she continued on explaining what Smurf Village was like, Creek made small nods.

Eventually, his mind began to wander. Would he be accepted in Smurf Village? He wasn't even sure what other smurfs looked like. Would they be blue, like Smurfette, or would they come in a rainbow of colors like Trolls? Did they like to sing, dance, and party? Did they even have Hug Time? Before he could wonder even farther, a tune began to ring in his ears: it was the tune of singing smurfs.

"La la-la-la-la-la! Sing a happy song!

La la-la-la-la-la! Smurf the whole day long!"

"Ooo! I can hear them! We're almost there!" Jumping with excitement, Smurfette grabbed Creek's arm and dragged him swiftly forward towards the singing. It grew louder and louder until suddenly, they emerged into Smurf Village.

Staring in awe, Creek let his gaze glide around the many singing smurfs. They were all blue, wore white, and all seemed to be…boys. Darting his eyes around quickly now, he searched for other girls, but couldn't find any. With a puzzled expression plastered on his face, he turned to Smurfette, asking, "Where are the other girl smurfs?"

Smurfette let out a small giggle, dragging him deeper into the village. "I'm the only girl here. Now come, I need to introduce you…"

As she dragged him along, Creek began to wonder how she could be the only girl, but decided it wasn't worth straining his brain over. Around them, many smurfs heads turned their direction, pulling them away from their activities. Quickly, a line of smurfs began to form behind them like a parade.

"There's Handy Smurf, and Clumsy Smurf, and Brainy Smurf…" Smurfette began, gesturing at each of the smurfs as they passed by.

Creek made a small wave towards them, curling his lips into a smile. They didn't wave or smile back. Instead, they sent him curious looks, eyeing him intently.

"…and Baker Smurf, and Party Planner Smurf, and Grouchy Smurf…"

The surrounding smurfs began to whisper amongst themselves, still trailing behind the odd couple. Eventually, they made their way to the center of the village, where they were greeted by an elderly smurf dressed in red and a white beard.

"And this," Smurfette finally concluded, waving a hand towards the older smurf, "is Papa Smurf."

Raising a brow, Papa Smurf examined the troll before him. He had never seen such a creature before in his very long life – 546 years to be exact! With suspicion, he approached the purple creature, rubbing his bearded chin. In certain ways, he did resemble a smurf. He was the appropriate height, had a similar body build, and even had the same shaped ears! However, his hair was all wrong, his complexion did not match that of a smurf's, and his nose was much smaller – not to mention his ears were just too big.

"Hello," Creek piped up, unsure of how to feel about Papa Smurf, "My name is Creek. I'm a troll…" As his voice trailed off, Creek held out a hand for the older smurf to shake.

"A troll, you say…" Papa Smurf stopped in front of Creek, eyeing him carefully. "And you're not one of Gargamel's creations?"

"Who?" Creek questioned in surprise, still holding out his hand.

Smurfette elbowed Papa Smurf, uttering under her breathe, "Papa! He just lost his home in his own village. He just needs a place to stay…"

Realizing Creek had no idea what he was talking about, Papa Smurf let his guard down. A small smile formed against his fluffy beard. Shaking Creek's lonely handshake, Papa Smurf said, "In that case, welcome to Smurf Village."

"Thank you," Creek said with a smile.

Ding!

Creek's Hug Time bracelet popped, blooming with a bright glow. Out of habit, Creek reached out for the closest body to him and began to hug it – in this moment, it was Papa Smurf. The older smurf awkwardly hugged him back, unsure of what was happening.

"Um, you're welcome…" he uttered.

"Sorry," Creek mumbled, pulling away. "Trolls hug every hour, on the hour."

"That's stupid," Grouchy Smurf stalely stated. "I wouldn't wanna hug anyone that much."

"But you don't hug anyone ever," Clumsy Smurf pointed out, tripping over his own two feet somehow.

"Anyway," Smurfette said, trying to bring them back on topic, "Creek is gonna need a place to stay…Are there any mushrooms available, Handy?"

Stepping out of the blue crowd, Handy Smurf scratched his head. "I mean, I'm sure I could prepare a mushroom for Creek to live in by the end of the week – as long as Clumsy doesn't do any more damage around town, that is."

"In the meantime," Papa Smurf added, "You should bunk with one of the other smurfs."

"He's not bunking with me," Grouchy Smurf announced, crossing his arms.

Leaping up off the ground, Clumsy Smurf raised his hand enthusiastically. "Ooo! He could bunk with me! I've always wanted to have a sleepover!"

With a wide smile, and his hands clapped together in front of his chest, Creek made a small bow towards Clumsy Smurf. "Thank you for helping me in my time of need."

"Oh, uh…You're welcome." Snatching Creek's arm, Clumsy trampled towards his own mushroom, bumping into other smurfs as he did so. "Come on! Let me show you where I live!"

Rolling his eyes slightly, Creek muttered, "You smurfs seem to do this a lot, don't you?"

As the two disappeared in the sea of smurfs, Brainy Smurf approached Papa Smurf, concern growing on his face. "Papa, I'm not sure if this is such a good idea. What if he is just one of Gargamel's more cunning creations?"

"Don't worry, Brainy. I'm sure we'll all be just fine. He's just a troll, after all."

Although Papa Smurf hid it well, a deep concern grew in his heart. Even though it was clear to him that Creek had never heard of Gargamel, he wasn't a smurf. He could be a very dishonest creature. But then again, he could just be judging too early. Papa wasn't sure what to think. He wanted to keep all of his smurfs safe. So, with careful precaution, he decided to do his own research into trolls. He didn't want this stranger destroying the bliss of smurf village. The older smurf was going to make sure he could protect all of his little smurfs – that's what a papa did, after all!