Why is Hefty the main character?

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Once upon a time in the cozy village of Smurfville, Hefty Smurf decided he wanted to surprise his fellow Smurfs with a delicious cake. Hefty was known for his strength and bravery, but his culinary skills were questionable at best. Nevertheless, he was determined to bake the perfect cake.
Hefty marched over to Brainy Smurf’s mushroom-shaped house. Brainy, with his round glasses and know-it-all attitude, was the village’s resident smarty-pants. Hefty knocked on the door, and Brainy opened it, looking slightly annoyed.
“Hefty, what do you want now?” Brainy asked, adjusting his glasses.
“I need your help, Brainy,” Hefty said, flexing his biceps. “I want to bake a cake for Smurfette’s birthday, but I have no idea where to start.”
Brainy raised an eyebrow. “You? Bake a cake? This should be interesting.”
Undeterred, Hefty pushed past Brainy and entered the cluttered kitchen. Flour, sugar, and eggs were scattered everywhere. Hefty picked up a cookbook that Brainy had written (of course) and flipped through the pages.
“Okay, Brainy, what’s the first step?” Hefty asked, trying to sound confident.
Brainy adjusted his glasses again. “First, you need to measure the ingredients precisely. Baking is a science, you know.”
Hefty nodded, pretending to understand. He grabbed a measuring cup and scooped flour into it. But instead of leveling it off, he dumped the entire cup into the mixing bowl.
“Oops,” Hefty said, grinning sheepishly. “Too much flour?”
Brainy facepalmed. “Hefty, baking is about precision! You’ve just ruined the cake.”
Hefty scratched his head. “Well, maybe we can fix it. How about some magic?”
Brainy scoffed. “Magic won’t help. But fine, let’s try something else. Next, we need eggs.”
Hefty cracked an egg, but instead of separating the yolk from the white, he dropped the whole thing into the batter. The kitchen now resembled a war zone of flour and broken eggshells.
Brainy clenched his fists. “Hefty, this is a disaster! You’re supposed to beat the eggs, not the kitchen!”
Hefty looked around. “Maybe I should’ve stuck to lifting weights.”
Brainy sighed. “Let’s salvage what we can. We’ll add some sugar and-”
But before Brainy could finish, Hefty accidentally knocked over the sugar bowl, creating a sweet avalanche. Sugar covered the floor, the counters, and even Brainy’s glasses.
“Oops again,” Hefty said, grinning.
Brainy wiped sugar off his glasses. “Hefty, this cake is beyond saving. We’ll have to start over.”
Hefty scratched his head. “Maybe we can just order a cake from the bakery?”
Brainy rolled his eyes. “Fine, let’s go with Plan B. But next time, leave the baking to someone who knows what they’re doing.”
And so, Hefty and Brainy walked to the bakery, where they bought a beautifully decorated cake for Smurfette’s birthday. As they presented it to her, Brainy whispered, “Remember, Hefty, stick to lifting weights.”
Hefty grinned. “Agreed. And maybe next time, we’ll tackle something easier-like building a bridge.”
And that’s how Hefty Smurf’s cake-making adventure turned into a sweet disaster, leaving Brainy Smurf with a sugar-coated headache and a newfound appreciation for professional bakers.