It was a glorious morning in Paris. The river Seine shone beautifully in the sun, dazzling rays of light bouncing off of its shifting surface to catch the eyes of all the passersby. I walked easily, a spring in my step and a warm, buttery croissant in my hand, beside Giselle.

"So, where's this… pottery shop?" she asked.

"According to Marge, it's two blocks down and the first store on our left," I answered.

"Too bad we only have enough coins for that," Giselle lamented. "I saw some BEAUTIFUL earrings in that last shop," she pointed right behind us.

"Riiight…"

I guess I should explain how we'd found food and shelter.

Okay, so the day before, we'd gone to the church to beg for money and, possibly, find someone willing to board us for about a week. I'd had to go around for a while, muttering things like, "Alms for the poor?" in a very sad, weary sort of tone, while Giselle covered the other half of the church, likewise pleading for everyone's spare coins. It wasn't long before we started getting numerous glares. People weren't accustomed to being harassed for money INSIDE Notre Dame, after all. Usually, the vagabonds waited outside the walls, in the shadows. Not us, though. We were almost FLINGING ourselves at the churchgoers who strode past, nothing but arrogant smirks and upturned noses greeting us in return. They were SO above peasants. They all were.

Lord, we really could use some help right about now, I prayed silently. I don't know why we're in this movie at all, but it sure would be great to meet someone friendly!

That's when the idea first struck me. It had to have been hiding there all along, and I just hadn't seen it, but it was so obvious!

The freaking bell tower.

Of course…

We could live here in the church, protected from those brutish guards, and be safe to worship as we pleased. It didn't cost a cent, as long as that archdeacon dude didn't mind that we were here. Then again, he didn't have to know…

I whispered my idea to Giselle the next time we met up, and she got a furrowed look on her brow, as if she was thinking really hard about it. If we'd been in the Court of Miracles, I'd have made a REALLY good pun about how it was a miracle she was thinking hard at all, but this wasn't the time or the place.

"Are you sure that we wouldn't be accidentally forcing ourselves into the plot line of the movie?" she finally said. "I mean, the bell ringer guy is the main character in the story, right?"

And there ended the short extent of Giselle's magical knowledge of the Disney film. Even so, I blinked, surprised, and smiled back at her. "Yes… yes he is…" I looked toward the staircase, which was hidden in the shadows of neighboring candelabra, that I knew led to Quasimodo's home/prison.

"So, wouldn't we introducing ourselves to him be, like, putting us right into the storyline?"

"Hm… I don't know. Maybe that's what we WANT to happen… and it's still almost two days before the film stars, so who knows? Maybe we can get in, get out, and… I don't know… something…"

Giselle gave me a, "I'm-not-that-stupid-or-that-gullible" look.

"Look, it's worth a shot, okay?" I said defensively. "They've probably got food and-"

"Please." Her voice was lower, which I took as a signal to lower my own, since we were, after all, in the church, and people were praying just a few steps away. "You just want to meet your clown boyfriend," she smirked.

I gaped. "W…WHAT?"

"Yep," she nodded and mimicked me in a high-pitched voice that sounded nothing like me. "'Let's go up to the tippity-top of the BELL tower so we can get ourselves thrown into the storyline and I can spend time with my crush- you know, that annoying guy with the girlish HAT? That's him!'"

I stared, stunned into silence before blurting out, "You've never even SEEN this movie! …And he's NOT a clown, he's a JESTER!"

She sighed, bored. "Is there a difference, really?"

"YES!"

"Well, whatever. I'm done looking for sympathy down here," she gestured around us. "Let's go up there and see if the bell ringer will have a little more compassion for us." Giselle grabbed my hand and the two of us crossed to the corridor. As we started up the steps, I vaguely remembered that Claude Frollo would be at work in the Palace of Justice, and felt safer, knowing that Quasi was alone. That way, we were in less danger of being immediately evicted, and we'd probably get to talk to him.

That, or those annoying gargoyles would drop a bell on top of us…

Yep. Classic Disney.

Guess who was too lazy to make this chapter longer? MEEE! So yeah, next chapter they meet Quasi and more fun stuff… REVIEW!