From here on out the chapter's are gonna be a little bit shorter than they have been. BUT each of the chapters are gonna be pretty intense so I say that's a fair enough trade. Right?

To the reviews!

Melissa: Thank you! Heh yeah. I like writing smurf parody's incase you haven't noticed. Lol

Fan de Basil de Baker Street: Thank you! 8D

Zinka17: Hmm, I don't thik Jo got in trouble. I mean after all, Malcolm wants her to seduce Peewit (I'm laughing as I wrote that and my Grandpa's looking at me like I'm nuts! XD) so the longer that Jo spends time with Peewit, the more easily he'd fall for her and then she'd eventually be able to distract him so that Malcolm can get the bell.
Anyway, I KNOW! They're so cute together! Hehehe you'll see. ;)

PlayStationFan17: That he does LOL XD Thanks! I'm glad your enjoying the story so far. :)

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!

It was the next day and the day before the festival. However, that didn't stop a couple of certain gypsies from celebrating early.

"Come see the lovely Savina in her dance De Amour!" Gerard called out before Clockwork jumped on his shoulder, slid down his arm and then landed in front of a group of children. "Be careful or you may lose your heart."

Clockwork clicked and whirred, opening up his chest, having his heart fly out on a spring a few times.

Up on the stage, Savina was dancing around playing a tamborine while Gian and Biquette stood off to the side. Gian juggled and Biquette every once in awhile would catch a ball if Gian would lose it and then toss it back to him using her nose. The children in the crowd climbed up on stage and began to dance with the gypsy girl.

"Savina! Savina!" Peewit called poking his head out from the curtain backstage. "Savina you've got to help me."

The red head handed the tamborine to a little girl so the children could keep dancing without her and went backstage after her friend. They went to her tent with Gian and Biquette following right behind.

"Peewit what is it? What's wrong?" Savina asked concerned.

"I think I'm sick." Peewit said slumping into a chair that was next to a table with a crystal ball. "I feel awful, then wonderful and then wonderfully awful and-and awfully wonderful."

"Euphoria." Savina whispered with realization. Gian and Biquette looked at each other in confusion.

"I can't sleep. I can't eat. Me! NOT eating! Can you believe it?! And-and-"

"And it hurts to breathe but you don't care?"

"Yes! Yes! Exactly! What do I do?"

"Well you have to tell her how you feel." Savina smirked.

Peewit fell silent. "H-how can I?...What would she say?"

"I'm sorry. I can't help you with this one." Savina said sympathetically. Peewit looked down at his hands but suddenly found himself looking up into Savina's caring brown eyes ss she lifted his chin up to look at her. "You'll have to find that one out for yourself."

"But I-" Peewit started to protest but Savina pulled him to his feet and lead him to the tent opening.

"Your ready." Savina smiled. Peewit looked up at her and slowly started to smile to. Maybe Savina was right...Maybe...Maybe Jo was the one.

"You have any idea what's going on here?" Gian asked Biquette. The Nanny goat just shook her head no.

"Go on." Savina said as she began to lead the bellringer out of the tent only for both of them to step back as Johan suddenly stormed in.

"That circus is responsible for a string of robberies!"

"What?" Savina asked in disbelief. Peewit's eyes widened in shock.

"I like the circus Papa." Gian said juggling once again. "I wanna join and-"

"Absolutely not!" Johan scolded, causing Gian to drop the balls in shock. "Those people-"

"Those people?!" Savina glared. "How can you lump people together like that?"

"The gypsies weren't responsible for crimes like these circus people." Johan tried to defend himself.

"Jo's not." Peewit said sternly. "She's different."

"Well maybe." Johan said. "And maybe she's just using you to get something else."

Peewit looked at the captain of the guard hurt. "You don't think she could be interested in me. Just for me."

Johan mentally kicked himself. He really should think before he speaks. "Of coarse, yes anyone could but look at the facts!"

"Find some! Then I will!" Peewit snapped before storming out of the tent. Savina glared at her husband disappointedly and followed after Peewit. Gian "Hmphed." crossing his arms then followed after his mother and Uncle. Biquette was the last to leave and kicked a ball, causing it to smack Johan in the head.

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"Bayard can you believe this? Everyone is mad at me." Johan complained to his horse a few minutes later. "How often does that happen?"

The stallion neighed and then proceeded to count with his hoof agan. One...two...three.

"Rhetorical!" Johan snapped annoyed glaring at the horse. Bayard just snorted.

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Meanwhile at the circus, Jo was practicing walking on the tight-rope. Thanks to Peewit's help, she had been getting a lot better at it.

"What are you doing now my little cabbage?" Malcolm sighed suddenly appearing. Jo jumped startled but managed to keep her balance.

"Practicing." she said cooly.

"Why strain yourself?" Malcolm laughed entering the tent and heading for a mirror. "By the way, did you find out where the monster keeps his bell, trinket?"

"He's not a monster!" Jo said angrily turning her back to Malcom. "And I am not your trinket."

"I mean to have that bell!" Malcolm declared turning towards her.

"I want nothing more to do with your thefts!"

"Oh really? And how will you survive out there? On your looks?"

"Peewit sees something you don't." Jo retorted not backing down.

"Oh does he? And what if he were to have an... unfortunte accident?"

Jo felt her eyes widen and her heart stopped. She lost her balance and tumbled to the floor. The two strongmen from before picked her up and carried her to Malcolm.

"If I have to go out there with my men and do it the hard way, the pipsqueak might get hurt." Malcolm said with narrowed eyes.

"You wouldn't!" Jo felt her heart twist painfully and tears threatened her eyes. Fear overcoming her entire body. "You can't!"

"If you want him alive, lure the bellringer away while I steal La Fidele." Malcolm smiled evily. "Lead him out of harms way."

Jo glared at the larger man with every ounce of hatred she had in her being, but sighed and nodded reluctantly. She couldn't let Peewit get hurt. Malcolm smiled knowing he had her cornered and the strongmen dropped her.

The three men left leaving Jo alone. She buried her face in her hands and began to cry. She was trapped. If she ran, Malcolm would go ahead and kill Peewit, but if she went along with it, once Peewit found out, he'd never forgive her. It was a lose lose situation.

She looked over and spotted the figuriene of herself that Peewit had given her. Jo sniffled and took the mini doll in her hands, gently running a finger over the figure's hair.

"I'm sorry Peewit...I'm so sorry."

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Back in Notre Dame, Peewit was doing the same thing and looking at the figure of himself. He was debating about whether or not to tell Jo about his feelings for her.

"I never met anyone like you before Peewit. I mean, you understand the world better than anyone I've ever I've ever known."

Jo's word's echoed in his mind from the previous night's conversation. He looked over at the yellow rose in the paint pot. He smiled, stood up and grabbed the rose. He was going to do it. He was going to tell her.

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Meanwhile Johan had headed off to the circus to interview Malcolm. Speaking of which, said ringleader/thief was currently in his wagon admiring a ruby necklace on a chain.

"Ooh, lovely." He smiled. Malcolm suddenly heard the door open and quickly closed the box where he kept his stolen treasures. He realized he still had the ruby and kept it hidden in his hand.

"Captain." Malcolm greeted.

"I'm hear about a rash of robberies." Johan said cutting to the chase.

"A rash hmm?" Malcolm said as he stuffed the necklace under a wizard hat when Johan wasn't looking. "I hear a little soothing lotion does wonders for the complexion."

"I'm talking about thefts in town." the Captain of the Guard frowned.

"Oh..." Malcolm said awkwardly. He cleared his throat. "Portraits."

Malcolm's assistant pressed the button on the bust and the mirrors slid up. Johan looked warily at the multiple portraits of Malcolm that surrounded them.

"Well we've had nothing go missing." Malcolm chirped sitting in a chair. "Except some of my hair. Are you clever enough to retrieve that?"

Johan ignored him and opened up the box. It was empty.

"Thank goodness for false bottoms." Malcolm thought. "See?" he smiled smugly.

"My investigation leads me here." Johan glared pulling out the ruby necklace. Malcolm felt his jaw drop and looked over at his wizard hat, which was now tipped over. He quickly wracked his mind for a way to explain himself...then got an idea.

"Oh it's true captain, and it's my fault!" Malcolm sobbed.

"Your confessing?" Johan asked confused.

"Absolutely!" the ringleader explained. "She's my responsibility. See...she's been a thief since she was six." Malcolm grabbed Johan and pretended to sob on his chest. "I thought I could break her of it if I gave her a job. A place to call home. But obviously, *sob* It was all in vain! Oh Joannie! *sob* Oh Joannie!"

"Joannie?" Johan asked. He frowned sadly suddenly realizing that Joannie and Jo were one in the same. "Peewit's going to be heartbroken."

"Where is she?" Johan demanded.

"She and the uh...bellringer are strolling about the town." Malcolm said recovering.

"Thank you." Johan nodded beginning to leave.

"No, thank you Captain." Malcolm smiled to Johan's back.

"I'll let you get back to your...self." The Captain of the Guard said awkwardly, glancing at the many many self portraits once again before he finally left.

"Perfect." Malcolm purred as he looked back at one of his portraits. "I'll make the heist of the century while the girl leads the pipsqueak and the captain away."

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Meanwhile Jo was walking through town on her way to Norte Dame, going as slow as she could. Her mind was a jumble of thoughts trying to figure out a way out of this. Should she tell him the truth? Would he even believe her though and if he did, how could he ever be able to forgive her?

All too soon she reached the church. She sighed sadly for what she was about to do and started to head in at the same time Peewit was coming out.

"Jo!" Peewit yelped seeing her standing at the door. "I, um-I-I-I want to talk to you."

"Oh um...Let-let's go for a walk." Jo said trying to hide her reluctance. She reached out and took his hand and began to lead him away.