It returns. I want my computer account back, cause I'm on Gramma's!!
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"Ok, you can get off now! Come on! I can't breathe under here!" Indeed Clopin hardly could, as with the large pile of children that had built on top of him. The group quickly retreated, forming a line again, looking at Clopin in terror.
"I-I'm s-so s-s-sorry! Y-you s-said we could! I'm sorry!" One of the kids screamed, nearly hysterical with fear.
"I'm not going to punish you or anything, loosen up!" There were quite a few confused squeals at this suggestion. "When do you guys eat?"
Sesame Biscuit had drawn back with the rest, but spoke up. "W-we usually don't . . .really eat much. Dad says we shouldn't eat more than once a day . . . he says it's bad for us."
Clopin shook his head in disgust. "He starves you too? Good god, of all your rules, this has got to be the most ridiculous! I say eat whatever you can, whenever you can!"
"It is not ridiculous! It's just how Dad likes us to be!" Sesame Biscuit said, angrily. Then she smiled again. "You can eat, though, if you want. Follow me." She tugged on the edge of Clopin's tunic leading, him downstairs.
"So, not trying to insult your father, but, do you realize, the way you live now, --to ordinary people—is just plain freaky." Clopin sighed. Sesame Biscuit turned around and gave him a quizzical look.
"'Ordinary people'?"
"Yeah, ordinary people, average Parisians."
Puppet popped out behind his back. "The middle class!"
"Yeah, and townsfolk."
"And gutter rats!"
"You know, the people you see out in the streets."
The little girl suddenly let go of his hand and pressed against a wall, shaking. "O-out in the- the streets?"
"Yeah, outside, haven't you been there? You live in Paris, you must have been."
Her eyes were growing bigger and bigger. "No!! Dad forbids us to go outside the palace grounds!"
"You're kidding. Why not?"
"If we go outside, we'll get ambushed by thieves or-or some witch will put a curse on us and we'll get some awful disease and die!"
Clopin blinked. "Jeez, Frollo feels no remorse in exaggerating, does he?"
"But how do I know you're not just lying!" Sesame Biscuit squeaked. "You're a Gypsy!"
"Listen, Sesame B- Sesame Bis—Oh of all the stupid names, can I just call you Sesame?"
"Hehe. Sure."
"Look Sesame, there is just no way to convince you is there?" Sesme sniffed.
"Show her!" said Puppet.
Clopin looked at his puppet fondly. "There's an idea! I can't tell you guys, but I can show you! That's it, we're going out to the Paris streets!"
"But I-I don't even know you that much! None of us do!"
"Just trust me. Besides, I need a head to think, talk and eat, and hands to steal food and hold Puppet, and Frollo would rid me of both if you guys got hurt," Clopin shuddered at the logic of his own words. "so you guys are safe!"
Sesame, once again, slid into a grin. "Ok then." Clopin smiled back.
"Now, about that food. . ."
A half and hour and about 20 sandwiches later, all the Frollos were trooped out, confused, noisy, but a bit happy. When out in the open, Clopin noted, there seemed to be twice as many of them. Of course they wouldn't hear his clapping out here, in all the hustle and bustle. They were out of Frollo's world, so Clopin could start using his own methods. He leapt atop a barrel and raised his arms.
"Ladies and Lords, Bums and Wenches! Whoever you may be!" The people froze at this call. "Will all of you with the name of Frollo come forward now!"
The kids assembled before him, and there was much chattering and pointing from both the Frollos and the crowd.
"Ok, you feel free to mill about, but keep in sight of me, got it?"
There were nods and mutters of agreement. Clopin scratched his head.
"Now come on, we're going-" He stopped. "Uh, we are going. . ."
"Home?" said a Frollo.
"To stand there?" said another.
"To have a good time?" piped one?
"To Hell for messing with a Gypsy?" asked Tak.
"To the Notre Dame?" suggested Croissant.
"To get sick?"
Puppet mutely pointed to a bakery.
"Yes!" said Clopin. "Like Puppet said! We're going shopping!"
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Thus ends chappy 3!
Review me, mortals!
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"Ok, you can get off now! Come on! I can't breathe under here!" Indeed Clopin hardly could, as with the large pile of children that had built on top of him. The group quickly retreated, forming a line again, looking at Clopin in terror.
"I-I'm s-so s-s-sorry! Y-you s-said we could! I'm sorry!" One of the kids screamed, nearly hysterical with fear.
"I'm not going to punish you or anything, loosen up!" There were quite a few confused squeals at this suggestion. "When do you guys eat?"
Sesame Biscuit had drawn back with the rest, but spoke up. "W-we usually don't . . .really eat much. Dad says we shouldn't eat more than once a day . . . he says it's bad for us."
Clopin shook his head in disgust. "He starves you too? Good god, of all your rules, this has got to be the most ridiculous! I say eat whatever you can, whenever you can!"
"It is not ridiculous! It's just how Dad likes us to be!" Sesame Biscuit said, angrily. Then she smiled again. "You can eat, though, if you want. Follow me." She tugged on the edge of Clopin's tunic leading, him downstairs.
"So, not trying to insult your father, but, do you realize, the way you live now, --to ordinary people—is just plain freaky." Clopin sighed. Sesame Biscuit turned around and gave him a quizzical look.
"'Ordinary people'?"
"Yeah, ordinary people, average Parisians."
Puppet popped out behind his back. "The middle class!"
"Yeah, and townsfolk."
"And gutter rats!"
"You know, the people you see out in the streets."
The little girl suddenly let go of his hand and pressed against a wall, shaking. "O-out in the- the streets?"
"Yeah, outside, haven't you been there? You live in Paris, you must have been."
Her eyes were growing bigger and bigger. "No!! Dad forbids us to go outside the palace grounds!"
"You're kidding. Why not?"
"If we go outside, we'll get ambushed by thieves or-or some witch will put a curse on us and we'll get some awful disease and die!"
Clopin blinked. "Jeez, Frollo feels no remorse in exaggerating, does he?"
"But how do I know you're not just lying!" Sesame Biscuit squeaked. "You're a Gypsy!"
"Listen, Sesame B- Sesame Bis—Oh of all the stupid names, can I just call you Sesame?"
"Hehe. Sure."
"Look Sesame, there is just no way to convince you is there?" Sesme sniffed.
"Show her!" said Puppet.
Clopin looked at his puppet fondly. "There's an idea! I can't tell you guys, but I can show you! That's it, we're going out to the Paris streets!"
"But I-I don't even know you that much! None of us do!"
"Just trust me. Besides, I need a head to think, talk and eat, and hands to steal food and hold Puppet, and Frollo would rid me of both if you guys got hurt," Clopin shuddered at the logic of his own words. "so you guys are safe!"
Sesame, once again, slid into a grin. "Ok then." Clopin smiled back.
"Now, about that food. . ."
A half and hour and about 20 sandwiches later, all the Frollos were trooped out, confused, noisy, but a bit happy. When out in the open, Clopin noted, there seemed to be twice as many of them. Of course they wouldn't hear his clapping out here, in all the hustle and bustle. They were out of Frollo's world, so Clopin could start using his own methods. He leapt atop a barrel and raised his arms.
"Ladies and Lords, Bums and Wenches! Whoever you may be!" The people froze at this call. "Will all of you with the name of Frollo come forward now!"
The kids assembled before him, and there was much chattering and pointing from both the Frollos and the crowd.
"Ok, you feel free to mill about, but keep in sight of me, got it?"
There were nods and mutters of agreement. Clopin scratched his head.
"Now come on, we're going-" He stopped. "Uh, we are going. . ."
"Home?" said a Frollo.
"To stand there?" said another.
"To have a good time?" piped one?
"To Hell for messing with a Gypsy?" asked Tak.
"To the Notre Dame?" suggested Croissant.
"To get sick?"
Puppet mutely pointed to a bakery.
"Yes!" said Clopin. "Like Puppet said! We're going shopping!"
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Thus ends chappy 3!
Review me, mortals!