Hello all my lovely, lovely readers! Not much to say right now so let's head straight to the reviews

Fan de Basil de Baker Street: Thank you so much! I'm glad that you liked the smurf...um, but I'm afraid I don't understand what you meant when you said that I maybe make to much with Brainy. ^^; As far as Jo being afraid of Peewit...Well you gotta keep in mind though that, just like in the last story, Peewit is considered "ugly" and a "monster"based on his looks. Jo was just startled is all. *shrugs* Lame explanation, I know but it's all I got.

Zika17: I didn't think she'd appear so soon either but that's just the way it worked out. :)

Melissa: I did say that Jo would be a little bit OOC. But I assure you, you'll understand why in this chapter.

Chloe: They don't call him Malcolm the Mean for nothing.

CartoonCaster21: So glad you finally got a chance to read this. And I'm even MORE glad you love it so much! Lol yeah, everyone's acting. That's what we'll say. ^^
If you wanna punch Malcolm now, just wait. You ain't seen NOTHING yet!
Lol funny you should mention Livy being a director, but you'll have to wait for the bloopers chapter at the end of the story to find out. (Yes there is gonna be a bloopers and out-takes chapter. I decided it'll be a regular thing with my parodies from now on)

The Smurfs, Johan and Peewit belong to Peyo

The Hunchback of Notre Dame 2 belongs to Disney

Jo belongs to CartoonCaster21

Gian belongs to me

Enjoy!

As Peewit finished his song, the smurfs looked over at him sympathetically. Brainy suddenly ran over and hopped up onto the table next to him.

"Go to the circus. Make a smurfy impression." the nerd suggested pushing his glasses up. "Hmm, what does a human wear to a carnival event?"

"Nothing." Peewit moped.

"Daring!" Gutsy smirked. "But maybe a bit pushy fer a first date."

Smurfette smacked the Scotsmen abside the head.

"OW! Wha' was dat fer?"

"Peewit means circuses don't have dress codes you dummy." the blonde smurf glared.

"Eet was a joke!" Gutsy defended, rubbing his throbbing head.

Papa rolled his eyes at the scene then turned to his human friend. "Peewit, you can stay here and hope for a miracle or you can go out there and make a miracle of your own."

Peewit fell silent as he thought about it. On the one hand, he had seen the way that Jo had reacted to him...Yet on the other hand, the smurfs did have a point. He looked at the figurines of himself and Jo standing on the bridge. Maybe...Maybe there was a chance...Oh what the heck.

"Your right. I'm off to the circus!" Peewit exclaimed standing up from his stool. The smurfs began to cheer but he suddenly thought of something. "Oh, but what am I going to wear?"

"I'm sure that we can get Tailor to smurf something up." Papa Smurf smiled mischiviously.

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Peewit strutted down the streets of Paris on his way to meet Johan and family, proudly wearing his new outfit. It was red in color with a matching hat, purple feather and a purple cape.

"So, how do I look?" Peewit asked eagerly one he reached Johan, Savina, Gian and Biquette. They all just kinda stared at him awkwardly in response. "Uh, too much?" he asked taking off his hat.

"Of coarse not." Savina said snapping out of it.

"No, no I mean..." Johan chuckled. "It's a new you."

"Wow! Great hat Uncle Peewit." Gian grinned. Even Biquette nodded in approval. Peewit relaxed.

"Peewit don't worry, you look dashing." Savina complimented as they started off. Biquette followed behind and ate the feather off the hat without being noticed.

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"Welcome to Circ de Malcolm!" The group heard someone shout as they entered the circus grounds. Everywhere you looked there were jugglers and stilt-walkers. Acrobats and exotic animals of all kinds. Colorful tents and banners hung everywhere and there was even a firebreather.

"Wow!" Gian said in amazement. "Wow!"

"Gian stay close!" Johan called after his son as the little boy pulled Peewit off. "I don't want to lose you. I don't trust these people."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Savina asked defensively.

"Well just look at them." the Captain of the guards gestured to their surroundings. "They travel around like-like-like-"

"Like gypsies?" Savina glared warningly.

"Yes!" Johan exclaimed before realizing his BIG mistake. "No! I-I-I mean...Ehe so Peewit." he said before scurrying off to get as far away from the angry woman as he could. Savina watched him leave with narrowed eyes. He was going to get it when they got home.

"Where's this Jo of yours?" Johan asked finally catching up to his friend.

"I don't know." Peewit admitted, glancing at a poster of Jo as they past it. "But I'm sure she'll be out soon."

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Meanwhile in a nearby wagon.

"You don't understand." Jo was saying to Malcolm as he was being prepared for the show. "You didn't see him. I don't wanna be apart of this anymore."

"You should have thought of that before you stole from me!" Malcolm said angrily as he stood up.

"I was only six years old!" Jo defended.

"And you were starving, and it was only a few coins." Malcolm mocked. His assistant walked up from behind and placed a corset on him, lacing it up tightly. "ACK! Oh you creaton, not so tight!"

"I made a mistake!" Jo said bringing the conversation back on topic.

"Yes." Malcolm agreed as the assistant placed a shirt on him, then proceeded to add a toupee. "And did I turn you over to the authorities?"

"No." Jo sighed sadly.

"Or the workhouse?"

"No."

"And who took you in? Looked after you like a true friend?"

"You did."

"Yes." Malcolm smiled evily. "All you have to do is look pretty for him. And he'll tell you all that you need to know."

Jo just looked away sadly.

Malcolm smiled. Pleased that he had the girl in his clutches. "Mirrors."

The assistant lifted the head of a bust of Malcolm and pressed a hidden button. Jo watched as mirrors slid down, covering the numerous posters and such of Malcolm.

The ringleader admired his reflection and adjusted his toupee. "I could kiss me...But then I'd fall in love!" After staring at himself for a few more seconds, Malcolm reached into his pocket and pulled out a revealing red dress. "Come trinket, were on."

Malcolm tossed the dress at Jo as he and his assistant left. Jo scowled at the accursed piece of clothing. She didn't like wearing dresses period but this one she especially hated because it showed more skin than she was comfortable with. The raven haired woman sighed and looked at her reflection before sadly looking away. What she wouldn't give to be out of Malcolm's clutches...what she wouldn't give to be free.

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Outside two gizzly bears wearing pointy hats and tutu's rolled on oversized balls while they juggled. A couple of performers followed them, playing instruments or doing stunts. They made it up onto the stage and suddenly disappeared in a giant puff of smoke. Drums began to play and another puff of smoke appeared as Malcolm rose up from underneath the stage.

"Monsieur Dame, boys and girls. Viola!" Malcolm said making three balls appear in his hands, juggling them. "A treat for your senses."

One of the balls disappeared and appeared in Gian's hand.

"A delight for your soul."

Another ball appeared in Gian's hands.

"A wonderful sight for your eyes."

The third and final ball appeared in Gian's hands and Malcolm tossed away his mask.

"Welcome to Circ de Malcolm!"

The assistant from before held up a sign that said "Hubba, Hubba!" as the crowd cheered.

"And may I present my assistant:" Malcolm said holding up his cape. "The lovely Joannie!"

He pulled the cape away and Jo appeared in a puff of smoke, wearing the red dress and matching red shoes. Peewit just smiled at her dreamily. Johan noticed his friends expression and nudged him playfully causing Peewit to blush.

"And now, I will astound you with a feat of magic unparraled in modern times." Malcolm said. "Behold, La Petite!"

The crowd began to gasp and applauded as a couple of strongmen in circus outfits carried an elephant to the stage. They sat the elephant down and Jo lead La Petite to a mini stage that was on the main stage.

"Monsiuer Dame, do not look away from the beast." Malcolm ordered. "For I shall make it vanish before your very eyes."

The audience was so entranced in the show that they failed to notice the jugglers and other performers sneaking around robbing them blind. Taking coin purses, jewelery and anything else that looked valuable.

"Keep a sharp watch, see the creature disappear into thin air." Malcolm said. Jo covered La Petite with a large cover and Malcolm began to chant the magic words.

Avay misterium

Obscuro elephantom

Mirable visu

Eche pofacto!

The cover fell to the ground limply. La Petite was gone!

The crowd erupted into wild applause and cheering. Throwing roses at Malcolm who dropped to one knee and bowed repeatedly enjoying the attention.

"Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow!" Gian exclaimed excitedly. "Malcolm is incredible! I wish I could join the circus. Hey, hey maybe I could join the circus. Yeah! I could be a juggler! What do ya think Uncle Peewit I could juggle and I'd..." Gian trailed off and stopped juggling noticing the bell ringers face. "Uh, Uncle Peewit?"

Unnoticed by Gian, Peewit was staring dreamily at Jo who was picking up the roses.

"Helloooo? Earth to Uncle Peewit." Gian said leaning over and waving his hands infront of Peewit.

"Huh? Wha-Gian? What are you doing?" Peewit asked pulling the boy off his head.

"Nothing." Gian answered. "You were making goo-goo eyes at your girlfriend."

Peewit's face turned scarlet red. "She-she's not my...Who said that she was...That..." Peewit snorted with amusement. "Gian." He said picking his "nephew up and swinging him around. Gian giggled and squealed with delight. Johan and Savina smiled at the scene and wandered off, knowing their son would be safe with their friend.

Meanwhile, Jo had finished picking up the roses and headed back stage to leave.

"And just where do you think your going?" Malcolm demanded cutting her off. He snatched the roses and pointed outside. "Get out there! I mean to have that bell."

Jo scowled as Malcolm left. If only she was braver she'd-she'd...

"I thought you forgot about me." she overheard Gian say. She peeked out from behind the curtain and looked at the two.

"That would never happen." Peewit reassured setting the little boy on the ground and then getting down to his eye level. "I'll always be here for you."

"Always?"

"Always."

Jo couldn't help but smile. Gian took Peewit by the hand and began to lead him away, singing.

You mean if ever

I'm in any kind of

Great big mess or trouble?

I'd be right there

We'd be a pair

Jo had quickly changed out of the red dress and was back in her regular clothes. She poked her head out of the tent and hurridly followed after the two, being careful not to be spotted by them.

You mean you'll

Never leave me all alone

We'll always be a double

We two?

Gian ran over and jumped on a mini trampoline and swung from a rope landing in Peewit's arms.

That's the arithmatic

I'd stick with you

Peewit sat him back down and ran after Gian, smiling. They ran past a booth that Jo was hiding behind. She ran out and quickly ducked under a table that a guy was balancing on a ball and juggling knives.

Just say were hanging by a rope

Above an evil witch's brew pot

It's bubbling goo

Our rope gives way

And then we crash

And make a splash

Inside her stew pot of glue

Peewit and Gian began to leave and Jo crawled out from under the table to go after them. She accidentally bumped the table, causing the guy to lose his balance and fall off the ball. He crashed through the table and the knives scattered around. Luckily no one was hurt. The performer glared at her and Jo gave a sheepish smile then hurried off after the bellringer and boy.

Even if your sticky slick

I'd stick with you

"I'm sticking with you." Peewit smirked taking the balls that Gian had began juggling and then began to juggle them himself.

"Hey, no fair." Gian glared playfully.

"Can't help that." Peewit laughed tossing the balls back at him. "Were stuck together." he picked the boy up and put him on his shoulders.

"*yawn* Best friends." Gian yawned resting on Peewit's head.

"And we always will be." Peewit promised. "Always."

Jo sprinted and hid behind a wagon, peeking out when they finally stopped. Peewit smiled at the now sleeping Gian and took the little boy off his head and held him in his arms.

Through all the thin and thick

Closer than frack and frick

We two would do the trick

I'd stick with you

Jo felt her lips pull into a smile and felt her heart skip a beat. Peewit sure had a way with kids.

Fast as the clock can tick

I'd be there just as quick

No one I'd rather pick
I'd stick with you

Jo leaned back against the side of the wagon and put a hand to her chest feeling it flutter. She had never met anyone like Peewit before. So kind and selfless. So caring. So sweet. So...so everything she wasn't used to knowing.

At that moment Johan, Savina and Biquette arrived to take Gian and head home.

"Gian." Savina smiled seeing her baby boy sleeping peacefully. Peewit handed the red headed gypsy girl her son and she propped him against her chest. Johan and Savina waved bye to Peewit and left. Peewit smiled as he watched them go but couldn't help but think about what it'd be like to have a family of his own.

"You have a way with kids."

"Huh?!" Peewit jumped snapping back to reality. He whipped around and was surprised to see-

"Jo! Uh, Hi! J-Jo Hi I-I-I-I was just...hi." he greeted shyly, pulling his hat to cover his face out of embarrassment.

Jo chuckled amused and lifted the hat. "He's lucky to have a friend like you."

Peewit relaxed realizing that the girl was no longer put off by his appearance. "Hey, you were great up there." he said changing the subject.

Jo rolled her eyes. "Pfft! Nah. Nothing to it. I just 'stand there and look pretty' ya know?" Jo scoffed leaping on a stone wall that was nearby, still holding Peewit's hat. "I just stand there and smile. Ain't no big deal."

"Oh but it is!" Peewit objected jumping on the wall. "You have to make the audience look where they're supposed to look; not give away the trick."

"Hmmm, you mean hocus their pocus? Delusion their illusion?" Jo teased placing Peewit's hat over his head. They both shared a laugh.

"Abra their cadabra!" Peewit added causing them both to laugh some more. Peewit took off his hat and the two smiled at each other.

"Actually, I'd really like to walk the tight-rope." Jo admitted as she tried to demonstrate...and almost fell off. Peewit ran over and grabbed her hand before she could fall. "But I'm not really very good at it."

"Oh, I don't believe that." Peewit disagreed. "I believe you could do anything."

Jo felt her heart rate speed up again and smiled at Peewit, blushing a little bit. Peewit felt his own heart speed up as he looked at Jo. "Her eyes are so blue." he though. The two looked down and suddenly realized they were still holding hands and quickly let go, laughing awkwardly.

"So uh," Peewit said ringing his hat nervously. "Paris is r-r-r-r-really pretty. I-I mean you've probably seen it already, uh, but then maybe you haven't a-and if you haven't then-then-then maybe we could...I could...show you?"

"I'd really like that." Jo said.

"Y-you would?!"

"Yeah." Jo giggled. "I would."

She offered her hand and Peewit took it in his; taking a second to note how soft it felt. He then lept off the wall and began to lead her down the streets. Little did they know that they were being watched.

"Lovely." Malcolm chuckled watching the scene from his trailer. He went over and admired all the stolen goods for the day. He lifted a bunch of coins and let them fall through his fingers and admired various kinds of jewelery. He then looked up at his reflection in a mirror and grinned.

"Malcolm you handsome devil, you are a genius."

Uh oh. Looks like Malcolm's got some more tricks up his sleeves.

And what's this? Are Jo and Peewit actually falling for each other? Yes. Yes they are.

More fluffiness to come in the next chapter! Until then, I hope ya'll enjoyed this one.

Don't forget to review. They make me smile. :)

Have a Smurfy day. Bye bye!