You guys know how I keep saying that if you hate Malcolm now your going to REALLY hate him later on in the story? Well, this is that point in the story.

Melissa: It's about to get even worse if you can believe it.

Fan de Basil de Baker Street: Yeah, your gonna be wanting to kill him even more at the end of this chapter.

Chloe: Lol! Hope those guests didn't make to be of a mess.

FritzyCrazy: 0.0 Oh my. Glad I ain't Malcolm right now. XD

Johan Peewit and the smurfs belong to Peyo

The Hunchback of Notre Dame 2 belongs to Disney]

Jo belongs to CartoonCaster21

Gian belongs to me.

ENJOY!

"Peewit!"

Said bellringer looked up hearing his name called. It sounded like Papa Smurf.

"Oh Peewit! Yoo hoo!" Smurfette called this time. Peewit looked up and spotted a bell on the ground. Through the crack he could see blue.

"Peewit is that you?" Papa called.

"A bit of help here laddie?" Gutsy said.

"Hey smurf us out of here!" Brainy demanded. Peewit quickly hurried up and lifted the bell up, allowing the smurfs to escape.

"We've got to hurry!" Papa said running out.

"Quickly!" Gutsy added.

"It wasn't my fault!" Brainy exclaimed.

"One at a time." Peewit said putting the bell down and turning to the smurfs.

"It's Gian!" Smurfette said.

"De lad's gone afta them!" Gutsy explained.

A look of horror crossed his face before turning into determination. Peewit quickly then headed down the stairs heading out of Notre Dame. No one was going to hurt his nephew if he could help it.

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By now it was nighttime and soldiers rode all over the city looking for any sign of the thieves of the stolen bell. A group of soldiers headed for the circus but when they arrived, all that was left was a single tent, a few half hung flag pennants and a ripped flag advertising the circus.

"What happened to the circus?"

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"Halt!" a soldier called out to a hay wagon. "Okay come on!"

Some more soldiers pushed a door to the huge wooden fence, sealing off the last of the entrances. What no one knew however was that both Malcolm and the bell were right under their noses. Literally.

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Deep within the catacombs underneath the city, Malcolm and his assistant were riding in a boat making their way out of the city.

"Won't be long now till we're home free." Malcolm gloated sitting down. He leaned his back against La Fidele and rested his feet on a lump...which bleated in protest.

Startled, Malcolm ripped of the blanket and was shocked to see Gian and Biquette. "YOU!"

Biquette bleated and lunged for Malcolm, but one of the strong men grabbed her. The nanny goat struggled and bleated before managing to kick her captor in the face, causing him to let go. Biquette leaped off the boat and landed on the other side. She then proceeded to run off, disappearing down a tunnel; off to find help.

"You won't get away with this!" Gian glared. "My dad is Captain of the Guard!"

"Captain of the Guard, eh?" Malcolm smiled. "Really?"

Gian immediately regretted that last sentence.

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Back at the Palace of Justice.

"Captain the city is secure but there is no sign of Malcolm." a soldier reported.

"We have to look further!" Johan ordered slamming his fist onto the table. The soldier saluted and hurried off.

"Johan!"

the Captain of the Guard turned at hearing his wife's voice as Savina and Peewit ran in.

"Gian's gone after Malcolm!" Peewit explained.

"I looked everywhere." Savina said on the verge of tears, fearful for her baby.

"I've got men all over the city, we'll find him." Johan promised, putting a comforting arm around the gypsy woman.

"Your looking in all the wrong places."

Everone turned and looked at Jo, where she was imprisoned in a cell.

"Malcolm has made a living from illusion but I can out think him." She looked at Peewit but he looked away, still hurt. "It's the same as the disappearing elephant, there was always a tunnel under the stage. He's taken the bell underground."

"The catacombs." Savina realized, grabbing Johan's arm tightly. "He could be using the catacombs."

"And she could be singing exactly what Malcolm wants her to." Johan rebuttled. "We go underground and he slips right out of town. Can't you see?!"

"Listen to me, your son's life is at stake. Maybe you should should look again." Savina said. She put on hand on his shoulder and another on his cheek. "Like you did with me."

The Captain of the Guard allowed his beloved's words to echo in his mind. He looked away snatching the keys off his belt, knowing Savina was right.

"Alright. But she's coming along as a prisoner."

He went over and opened Jo's cage, tying her wrists up so she couldn't escape and they all sat off for the catacombs.

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Once they were underground, Savina lead the way since she knew the catacombs best due from coming and going to the Court of Miracles. She held a torch, leading the way and Johan followed, sword in one hand and leading Jo with the other. Peewit brought up the rear also carrying a torch.

A group of bats flew off and Jo and Peewit tried not to shudder when they passed by piles of skeleton bones. Suddenly they heard something up ahead.

Baaah!

Whatever made that noise it was coming closer. Johan got up front and pointed his sword while the others braced themselves for an attack by-

"Biquette!" Savina exclaimed happily seeing it was just her goat.

Biquette bleated and stomped her feet in a puddle anxiously.

"Where's Gian?" Savina asked bending down to look the goat in the eye. Biquette bleated. "Hurry Biquette, take us to him!"

Biquette bleated again and hurried off with the four humans close behind.

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His plan was going so perfectly. While those foolish soldiers looked around the city, he'd be gone and out of the city in no time at all. And La Fidele would make him a very rich, rich man.

"Which would go better with my eyes?" Malcolm asked his reflection in a handheld mirror. "Diamonds or sapphires?"

"Malcolm!"

Malcolm jumped and looked up, seeing himself surrounded by soldiers, Johan, Savina, Peewit and Jo.

"Bonjour capitan." Malcolm greeted smugly.

"Surrender now!" Johan demanded before closing the gate. "You got no way out!"

"Oh really? I see things a bit differently." Malcolm smirked. A cloud if smoke appeared and Gian appeared, dangling from his hand, much to everyone's horror.

"Momma! Papa!" the little boy shouted scared.

"Let him go!" Johan growled as Savina looked at her son worriedly.

"Let him go? I think not Captain." Malcolm gloated. "He's my ticket out of here."

Jo gasped quietly to herself as she realized that Malcolm was never going to let Gian go.

"Your not going anywhere!" Johan growled unsheathing his sword. The other soldiers did the same. "Now release my son!"

"Let me pass safely and you might see your prescious little boy again." Malcolm said, pinching one of Gian's cheeks.

"Peewit he means it, he'll hurt Gian." Jo whispered to Peewit. "But I know how we can save him. Please untie me!"

"Why? So you can escape with Malcolm?" Peewit snapped.

"Don't test me Captain." Malcolm warned.

"PAPA!"

Johan cringed. His heart ached knowing his son was so close but so far. He couldn't risk it. He couldn't risk his little boy getting hurt. If he let Malcolm go, there was still a chance they might be able to save him.

With great sadness and reluctance, he sheathed his sword and then raised the gate.

"Lovely." Malcolm chuckled.

Peewit hung his head fearing he'd never see Gian again.

"Peewit listen to me." Jo tried again. "I know I hurt you, I'm sorry. I am so, so sorry. But I am someone you can trust."

"How can I?" Peewit asked brokenly. "I already made that mistake."

"Peewit there is more to me."

Peewit looked back at her and looked into her eyes. He saw that she was telling the truth. He also saw sadness, regret and...and something else...Love?...She loved him?

The gate was now fully up. Peewit untied her wrists and she took his hand in both of hers. They looked at each other for a moment and Jo began to lead him away.

"Well done mon capitan." Malcolm sneered as the boat passed by Johan and Savina, going through the gate.

"MOMMA! PAPA!" Gian screamed again.

Johan cringed in pain at his son's call for help, hugging Savina while she burried her face in his chest, silently weeping.