Not much to say here so let's just jump to the reviews. Kay?

Fan de Basil De Baker Street: Whoa! Calm down girl! Don't kill Malcolm just yet. We still need him alive for the rest of the story. Then you and the rest of my readers will be free to do with him as you will. ^^

Melissa: I know. And it only gets worse from here. :(

Zinka17: I know right? *shakes head* Johan your supposed to be smarter than that. Well it was never really specified in the movie whether Phoebus took the necklace with him or not. *shrugs* I just always assumed he stuck it in his pocket ot something.

Chloe: Look! I updated! :D

PlayStationFan17:...Pfft-BWAHAHAHAHAHA! XD I'm sorry! I'm sorry! But have you even READ any of my Adventures saga? Or CartoonCaster21's story I can't be Perfect? Cause if you have you should know that Jo is anything but sweet and innocent. XD Jo's only sweet and innocent in this story because it's a sorta AU in a way.

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!

Gian and Biquette snuck into the circus as it was being taken down. The circus would be leaving within a few hours and this was Gian's last and only chance at joining it. He and the nanny goat snuck around the grounds, hiding behind the few tents that were still standing whenever someone would walk by.

Both boy and goat peeked out from the side of a tent and spotted Malcolm and two strongmen heading their way.

"Oh! Oh! Mr. Malcolm! Mr. Malcolm!" the brunette boy called excitedly, pulling out his balls and beginning to juggle them again. "Could I join your-"

Malcolm reached out and caught one of the balls in midair. He then pulled out a feathered pen from seemingly nowhere and autographed the ball before handing it back to the boy.

"...circus..." Gian said awkwardly looking at the autographed ball.

"Ah, the price you pay." Malcolm said to himself pulling up the hood of his cloak and continuing on his way; the strongmen right behind him.

"Hey wait!" Gian called about to run after them.

"Beeeh!" Biquette bleated at her little master.

"I can join the circus if I want to." Gian said to the goat before running off after Malcolm again. "Hey, where you guys going?"

Biquette sighed exasperatedly and chased after the boy. She was beginning to think that the term "Nanny goat" was starting to be taken a little to literally.

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In another part of the town, Johan was asking the villagers if they had seen Jo.

"Have you seen this woman?" he asked an old man, pointing to a picture of Jo. The old man shook his head and walked off.

"Do you know where I might find her?" Johan asked another man who had passed. The man shook his head and shrugged.

"Has anyone seen this woman?" Johan asked a crowd but just like before the answer was no.

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Back at Notre Dame, the smurfs were on the table with the replica of Paris.

"Gutsy, Gutsy, Gutsy." Brainy shook his head at his Scottish brother. "The baker needs to be placed two inches to the left.

Gutsy scowled and shoved the baker figurine over to the left.

"No, no that's to far. Hmm...Try the right-NO! To far! To far!"

"Why ahm Ah doin this again?" Gutsy asked himself.

"So the replica is more accurate in alignment to the actual village." Brainy said adjusting his glasses.

"How abou' Ah align yer face?" Gutsy growled making a fist and getting nose to nose with his nerdy brother.

"Smurf it off you two." Papa scolded getting between them. Suddenly, they heard a door open and ran for the rafters.

"Who're these clowns?" Gutsy whispered as Malcolm and the strongmen entered the room.

"Joannie says that La Fidele is..." Malcom mused looking around at the bells he looked towards where Jo had said La Fidele was located and climbed up the ladder. "This one!"

Malcolm went up the ladder but his smile turned to one of disappointment seeing a regular looking bell.

"There's something very unsmurfy about these humans my little smurfs." Papa whispered.

"Oh the fool! Look at this ugly thing!" Malcolm ranted. He leered at the bell angrily. As he looked up though he suddenly noticed colorful lights shining from the top. "Huh? What the..."

The ringleader ducked and climbed under the bell and began to chuckle with glee seeing all the gems on the inside. "Oooh, lovely! I'm rich! RICH!...I wonder if they make diamond underwear?"

"Ooh! They're stealing La Fidele!" Smurfette gasped in horror.

"Not if we can help it." Papa said determindly. Gutsy looked up and saw a bell hanging above Malcolm and the strongmen.

"Ah got an idea! Follow me." Gutsy whispered and hurried over to a selection of ropes, with the others following.

"Hold this." Gutsy whispered handing Brainy a rope. The glasses wearing smurf suddenly lost his grip before he could grab it and a bell fell on the smurfs instead, trapping them inside. Malcolm and the strongmen looked confusedly at where the sound of the bell hitting the ground had come from but saw nothing and shrugged it off.

"Wha' part of 'hold this' was to complex fer ye?" Gutsy growled. Brainy just smiled nervously.

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The sun was beginning to set and Jo and Peewit found themselves walking across a bridge, both their minds focused on what they needed to tell the other.

"There's something I need to tell you-"

There's something you need to know-"

The two stopped realizing they had spoken at the same time. They laughed awkwardly and nervously.

"You go first." Jo said, trying to put off telling him.

"O-Okay." Peewit said nervously. "J-Jo, well you know the Festival is tomorrow and I-I-I thought that...I mean maybe we could..." he reached behind his back pulling out the rose and gave it to her. "You know...go...together?"

Jo's face fell and she looked at the rose and then at Peewit feeling horrible.

"I should have gone first." she whispered. "Peewit I'm not the person you think I am." she gave him back the rose. "But I want to be more than anything."

Peewit was hurt. He should have known. He was such a fool to believe that she could have liked him back. His eyes widened as he remembered Johan's theory about the circus being responsible for the robberies. He looked up at Jo. She couldn't...it was impossible.

"Jo, tell me the truth."

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By now Gian and Biquette had finally caught up to Malcolm and the strongmen. He peeked around the corner and was confused to see a large curtain covering a bell.

"Hey, what happened to La Fidele?" Gian whispered. Biquette quietly bleated in response, not knowing either. Malcolm began to chant a spell.

Adve mysterium

Obscuro tintanavalum

Mirable visu

Eche ofacto!

He pulled down the curtain and La Fidele was gone!

"The stole it!" Gian gasped. "Dad was right...Come on, we gotta find out where they're taking the bell."

Biquette bleated and agreement and they ran off after the thieves.

"Alright! I've smurfed enough!" Smurfette declared. With all her strength, she pushed against the ball that was inside the bell the were trapped it, causing it to ring. The noise was so loud that everyone outside Notre Dame could hear it. Including Jo and Peewit.

"Something's wrong." Peewit gasped, knowing that one of the smurfs had created the sound. "We've got to hurry!"

"But-But Peewit I-" Jo couldn't finish because he grabbed her hand and pulled her along.

Johan looked up hearing the sound and quickly galloped to Notre Dame along with various other villagers.

"La Fidele! She's gone! The bell has been stolen!" the Arch Deacon cried running out the door.

"We must find her or the festival will be ruined!" Gerard exclaimed.

"Malcolm!" Johan gasped. "How could I have been such a fool?"!

"Malcolm?" Peewit whispered, getting a very bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"Seal off the city, every street, every river, every alley!" Johan ordered as soldiers ran to obey their captain's orders. "He won't get far with a bell that size."

Peewit was by himself. He looked at the rose and then at Jo. "Did you know about this?" he asked her, begging, praying that the answer was no.

"I wanted to tell you." Jo said quickly trying to explain. "I tried-"

"YOU USED ME!" Peewit snapped.

"No! Please I-"

"'Which one is La Fidele?' 'Let's go for a walk.'" he quoted angrily. "You never cared about me."

"NO! That is NOT true!" Jo cried desperately. Her heart shattering.

"You were right." Peewit said hurt as he passed Johan heading for Notre Dame.

"Peewit I'm sorry." Johan said sympathetically, truly hurt for his friend. "Take her away."

"No, no please just let me explain!" Jo begged running after Peewit but was grabbed by two soldiers who began to pull her away. "Look at me! Peewit just look at me! PLEASE!"

Peewit slammed the door without looking back and stormed up the stairs heading to the bell tower. About halfway up, he began to slow down before eventually collapsing on the steps, crying his heart out. This was a hundred times worse than the Savina incident several years earlier. He truly did love Jo. He should have known better than to put his heart at risk like that. He should have known he'd get hurt again. No one would ever love him.

He looked at the rose, realizing he still had it and angrily crumpled it in his fist and threw it away. He had no one to give it to.

It tortures me to do this to poor little Peewit. It really does. :(

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