a/n: Okay, first things first. Welcome to my TLK/HoND fic! I figured we needed one. Plus...the gang as Savannah animals is a thought that just makes me smile. And I love both of those movies.

Second, this is one of those rare fics that takes place after the sequels. So yes, Zephyr and Madellaine are part of this, though I warped their characters some. Zephyr is basically the same, though he doesn't act so much like Esmeralda, and Madellaine...well, here, I'm writing her as insanely horrible mood swing-y crazy woman. Because she's preggo. And no, I don't believe pregnant women are like this in real life, I'm just exaggerating it. Because of that, this is a bit of a crack fic.

Third, I actually haven't seen the second Lion King. But I had some friends sum it up for me, and after reading the Disney wiki on it, I pretty much got it down. Because this takes place after both the sequels somehow in an epic time warp, Simba is still King, everyone (except the people who died) is still alive, etc. I'll try my best to keep everyone in character.

As usual, I don't own the Hunchback of Notre Dame, the Lion King, or Disney in general, and with the fanfiction I do not claim to. please don't sue me.

Quasimodo had lent his room out to Phoebus that day. The Captain sat in his chainmail, too swamped with paperwork to even change out of it. His head was down on the desk, hand still holding the delicate swan feather quill, one of Frollo's favorites. A massive pile of parchment towered over his head, standing to the right of it, and a smaller pile stood to the left. All the parchment in the taller pile had been scribbled on somewhere, with a rich, navy blue ink. Phoebus groaned, dropping the quill and letting his hand fall to his side. A young child, only about five or six, came up the stairs, with Quasimodo the hunchback. While Quasi went to ring the bells signifying that the evening mass was starting, the child went up to the desk Phoebus was sitting at. He tilted his head.

"Dad?" he asked innocently. Phoebus groaned again. "What are you doing?"

"Work, Zephyr," Phoebus mumbled. "Don't disturb me."

"It doesn't…look like work, Dad," Zephyr said, pulling a face. Phoebus pulled his head up, and turned to his son. Geez, he looked so much like him…except for his eyes. He had Esmeralda's eyes.

"I've been here since I finished my patrol, son, I needed a break."

"Zehpyr," a gentle voice called from the stairs. Esmeralda was ascending them. "Let your father work, dear. He's almost finished."

Phoebus smiled his thanks, but the moment wasn't long lived.

"Quasi!" a shrill voice shrieked. Esmeralda looked away subtly, Phoebus feverishly started signing paperwork again, Zephyr found amusement in some of the bell ringer's figurines, and Quasi himself seemed to be missing. From a room, a short, lithe blonde woman appeared, blue eyes narrowed. There was an obvious bulge in her stomach, and she had a hand protectively over that spot. This obviously pregnant woman was Madellaine, Quasi's now-wife.

"Where's Quasi?" she asked, looking around.

"Beats me," Zephyr said, without looking up from the figurines. This didn't seem to please Madellaine.

"I'm here, I'm here!" Quasi quickly said, swinging in from the side. Madellaine walked up to him, while Phoebus and Esmeralda slowly turned their heads to watch.

"Where on God's green earth have you been?" she questioned shrilly. "Here I am, your pregnant wife, and I can't find you when I need you?"

"I-I-I was just ringing the bells for mass, dear," Quasi stuttered, looking to the ground.

"Well, ring them faster next time!" Madellaine huffed, and abruptly turned on her heel and stalked off down the stairs. Once she was far out of earshot, Phoebus rose from his seat at the desk, his paperwork finally complete.

"Geez, that's one tough pregnancy," the Captain mumbled, rubbing his neck. Quasi nodded, still looking at the floor.

"Anyway, I came up here to tell you something…" Esmeralda started, turning to her husband. He raised an eyebrow and went to put on the rest of his armor, while she thought. "Oh, that's right!"

"What?"

"Clopin was talking to one of the fortune tellers in the Court, and she said she saw a group in danger…"

Phoebus frowned, sliding his sword and its sheath into his belt.

"That's it?"

"Yeah." Esmeralda pulled a face. "He said it didn't get more specific than that, and said that we'd all better go see what she's talking about."

"All of us?"

"Yep."

"So including Madellaine."

Esmeralda just looked at him. Phoebus sighed, passing a hand over his face.

"I'll get Achilles saddled up. Get everyone in front of the cathedral in ten minutes."

Ten minutes later, Phoebus, Esmeralda, and Zephyr were somehow packed onto Achilles (who was not happy with this), and Quasi and Madellaine on another horse from the stables, named Deidameia, who Achilles had grown very fond of. Phoebus nudged Achilles with his boot, and the horse took off, Deidameia right behind him.

They came to the cemetery where the Court of Miracles was quickly. Quasi opened the stairwell, and Esmeralda and Phoebus (carrying Zephyr) led the way in. Madellaine complained the entire way, even with Quasi holding her.

Clopin seemed to be waiting for them, and lead them to the hut with the gypsy mentioned before. Everyone filed in, and the small hut was immediately stuffy. Djali bleated somewhere among Esmeralda's skirt.

"So what is this danger and what group is in trouble?" Phoebus asked, pushing past Quasi. The gypsy stared at the crystal ball on the table.

"The danger is…a gang…a terribly violent gang…"

"Well, it certainly shouldn't be anything my soldiers can't take…" Phoebus mumbled. "What group?"

A few more moments of silence. Phoebus scowled. The gypsy spoke again. "The group…is a group of…animals…"

"Animals?" The Captain looked a bit taken back. "But what…?"

"Lions to be exact," the gypsy said, looking straight into his eyes. Clopin burst forward.

"There are no lions in Paris, Marie," Clopin started, frowning. "Are you absolutely sure that we're supposed to take care of this?"

"Yes," the gypsy said bluntly. "And since you asked, I will send you to right now!"

There was a blinding burst of white light from the crystal ball. Phoebus shielded his eyes, and they felt themselves being jerked forward by the navel. The whole time, although there was a horribly loud rush in his ears, everyone was screaming. Soon, the hut was empty except for Djali and the gypsy. She smiled at the goat, who then ran from the hut and back to where Achilles and Deidameia were. Djali led the horses back to their stable near the cathedral, after convincing them that Phoebus and co. were missing somewhere.

"I hate you, Clopin." Those were the first words spoken when the light faded. Everyone's eyes were in too much pain to open them, so they remained shut. But they were in for a horrible shock…