There was a gypsy woman who was dancing for money as a woman and her child walked by. Patch soon went over to the gypsy woman and her goat, impressed with her dancing. The gypsy woman continued to dance. The goat then looked to Patch and smiled to him which made the puppy smile back.

"Huh, ya leave town for a couple of decades and they change everything." a man in armor pouted as he was with his horse.

"Are you lost, sir?" Mo asked.

"I'm looking for the Palace of Justice." the man replied.

"Sorry, sir, we're new around here." Cherry said.

"Well, at least I'm not alone..." the man replied to them, he then tried to ask a couple of guards as they passed by. "Excuse me, gentlemen, I'm looking for the Palace of Justice. Would you-Hmm... I guess not."

"Rude much?" Cherry glanced at the guards.

"How's about we watch the gypsy's dance while we wait for someone to give us an answer?" Mo suggested.

The man seemed attracted to the gypsy.

"Uh-oh, I think someone is in love with the gypsy." Atticus whispered.

"Yeah, he's got that look in his eyes." Mo agreed.

"Like when the baker and Anastasia." Cherry reminisced with Atticus.

"Yeah." Atticus whispered back in agreement.

The guard decided to let the gypsy woman have a few coins since he enjoyed her dancing so much. Soon, a boy on top of a wall whistled to them which made the gypsy and her goat rush to get out with the hat, but it spilled out a few coins which made the woman get grabbed by the guards.

"Hey, let her go!" Mo glared.

"All right, gypsy, where'd you get the money?" the thin guard glared.

"For your information, I earned it!" the gypsy glared back.

"Gypsies don't earn money." the thin guard replied.

"They steal it!" the fat guard mocked.

"She's telling you the truth, so if you would be so kindly as to let her go, we won't have any trouble." Atticus said.

The goat glared at the guards for harming his owner like that.

"What're you going to do about it, boy?" the thin guard sneered to Atticus.

"Teach you two a lesson in thinking that gypsies are thieves." Atticus said as he rolled up his sleeves.

The guards scoffed at them.

"Excuse me, Miss." Atticus told the gypsy woman before deciding to teach these guards a lesson.

The guards decided to bring out their swords so they could end Atticus. Atticus smirked to that as he then lunged out for the guards. The one guard then smirked as he decided to give Atticus a little help. One guard ended up in the mud flat on the ground and Atticus was about to get him, but...

"Achilles, sit." the guard told his horse.

The horse soon sat on the guard that was in the mud. This made a few of the townspeople who saw this laugh.

"Oh, dear, I'm sorry!" the good guard replied, obviously not meaning it. "Naughty horse, naughty! He's just impossible, really can't take him anywhere."

"Thanks for the help." Atticus whispered.

"No problem." the man whispered back.

"Get this thing off me!" the thin guard begged.

"I'll teach you a lesson, peasant." the fat guard glared as he drew out a sword.

The man then took out a long sword in contrast to the fat guard's tiny dagger. "You were saying... Lieutenant?"

"Nice sword." Atticus smiled.

"It comes with being Captain of the Guard." the man smiled back.

This made the fat guard nervous. He even saluted with his dagger before he hit his head with it. "At your service, sir!"

"I know you have a lot on your mind right now, but... The Palace of Justice?" the man then smirked as he put his sword down to the thin guard pinned down by his horse.

And where the guards instantly brought him to the Palace of Justice and where he could bring anyone he wanted to along with him.

Atticus of course wanted to come along as he stood beside Patch. "You sure you wanna come too?"

"How bad can it be?" Patch replied.

"True." Atticus nodded.

"So, you wanna come with?" The Captain of the Guard asked.

"Oh, most certainly, sir!" Atticus agreed as he then picked up Patch. "As long as my dog can come too of course."

"Sure, as long as he doesn't cause any trouble." The Captain of the Guard said before noticing the Equestrian sword Atticus had with him.

"No problem." Atticus agreed, then looked to Cherry and Mo. "Stay out of trouble."

"When do I ever get in trouble?" Cherry replied.

"We'll stay out of trouble." Mo said.

Atticus hugged Mo and then went off with Patch and the guard. The captain of the guard put coins in a hat to someone who was actually revealed to be the gypsy and her goat.

'Was that the gypsy woman?' Patch thought to himself.

"Can't say I've seen you before, kid." the Captain of the Guard said to Atticus.

"The name's Atticus." Atticus smiled.

"My name is Phoebus, it means sun god." Phoebus said.

"Um... Cool..." Atticus replied. "My name's Atticus, it means 'Man of Attica'."

"And what's your dog's name?" Phoebus asked.

"This is Patch," Atticus smiled. "He's my best friend... Who's not a human." he then added in quickly since Cherry would get mad whenever he called Patch just his best friend.

"I can see why he's called Patch." Phoebus said.

Atticus and Patch smiled as they followed Phoebus into the Palace of Justice.

"Come on, boy," Phoebus told his horse. "Achilles! Heel!"

"How long have you had Achillies?" Atticus asked.

"A long time now, I was given to him when I went out for battle." Phoebus replied.

"Cool." Atticus smiled.


Phoebus pushed open the door. Atticus and Patch winced once they heard the sounds of a whip cracking and to their surprise, they saw Quasimodo's master in there.

"Judge Claude Frollo." Phoebus recognized the man instantly.

'Stay calm, don't let this man get to you.' Atticus thought to himself, referring to Judge Claude Frollo.

"Guard!" Frollo called.

"Sir?" a man walked over with a whip.

"Ease up, wait between lashes," Frollo told him. "Otherwise the older sting will dull him to the new."

"Yes, sir." the man smirked as he then walked back over to torture the man with his whip.

"I wonder who's being punished?" Patch whispered to himself.

"I don't wanna know." Atticus whispered back.

"Ah, so this is the gallant Captain Phoebus, home from the wars." Frollo greeted the Captain of the Guard. He soon noticed Atticus.

"Erm... Hello, sir, my name is Atticus." Atticus introduced himself nervously, getting a bad vibe from Frollo, but did well to hide it.

"You seem like a strong young man," Frollo said. "I could use someone like you in my army."

"Uh, I'll think about it, sir..." Atticus replied uneasily.

"Well, I hope your answer will be yes." Frollo said.

Atticus nodded.

"Reporting for duty as ordered, sir." Phoebus told Frollo.

"Your service record precedes you, Phoebus," Frollo replied. "I expect nothing but the best from a war hero of your calibre."

"And you shall have it, sir, I guarantee it." Phoebus promised.

"Yes, you know, my last captain of the guard was, um, a bit of a disappointment to me." Frollo replied.

There was then a sharp whip crack which made a man groan in sheer pain which made Frollo smile darkly.

"Sounds like your last captain is being punished." Atticus winced.

"Well, no matter," Frollo replied. "I'm sure Captain Phoebus will whip my men into shape."

"If he's the captain, then maybe you should join for the time being." Patch whispered to Atticus.

Atticus still seemed nervous and nodded. Frollo then led them up to a balcony and there was the gypsy woman who was dancing with her goat and Cherry and Mo even joined in. Patch soon urged Atticus into joining Frollo's army.


"It would be a tremendous honor to be in your army, sir..." Atticus replied.

"You seem mighty powerful for a child." Frollo agreed.

"You have no idea." Atticus said.

"You come to Paris in her darkest hour, Captain," Frollo said to Phoebus. "It will take a firm hand to save the weak-minded from being so easily misled."

"Misled, sir?" Phoebus replied.

"Look, Captain, gypsies, the gypsies live outside the normal order," Frollo replied as they watched the gypsy girl dance with Cherry and Mo. "Their heathen ways inflame the peoples' lowest instincts, and they must be stopped."

"Wow, he doesn't like gypsies." Patch whispered to himself.

"I was summoned from the wars to capture fortune tellers and palm readers?" Phoebus asked the judge in surprise.

"Oh, the real war, Captain, is what you see before you," Frollo replied. "For twenty years, I have been taking care of the gypsies, one...by...one," he then squashed three ants with his fingers on emphasis with those words before removing the tile to show a swarm of ants scattering from underneath the tile. "And yet, for all of my success, they have thrived. I believe they have a safe haven, within the walls of this very city. A nest, if you will. They call it the Court of Miracles."

"So, what do you want him to do?" Atticus asked.

Frollo then slammed the tile back upside down and turned it, crushing the remainder of the ants.

"You make your point quite vividly, sir." Phoebus replied.

"You know, I like you captain, especially the boy," Frollo replied as he turned to attend the festival. "Shall we? Oh, duty calls... Have either of you attended a peasant festival?" he then asked both Phoebus and Atticus.

"Not for a while, sir." Atticus said.

"Same here." Phoebus added in.

"Then this should be quite an education for you," Frollo told them. "Come along."

They then went off together to attend the Feast of Fools.


"Esmeralda, come along, we must get going." a male gypsy told the gypsy woman as she danced with her goat, Cherry, and Mo.

"Coming, Clopin." Esmeralda nodded to him.

"We'll see you at the festival then." Mo said.

"You can count on it..." Esmeralda nodded as she then went with the male gypsy.

Cherry and Mo then wandered around as Quasimodo was sneaking into town with his cloak to be apart of the Festival of Fools for the first time in his life.

"I wonder how Quasimodo is going to sneak out?" Mo whispered.

"I'm sure we'll see him soon, hopefully no one else recognizes him." Cherry replied.