Author's note: I don't own anything.
"Okay, try it again Frollo," Esmeralda encouraged Frollo.
Frollo got off the ground and began to try the steps again. "One…two…one, two, three," Esmeralda counted trying to get Frollo in rhythm.
As Frollo danced around his purple speedo glistened in the sunlight. He was twirling, twisting, kicking, and even doing the splits. Esmeralda was surprised at his dancing skills. Who would have thought? "Great job," beamed Esmeralda.
"Aw, shucks, it's all you Razz! You are the world's greatest teacher," Frollo smiled.
"Hey I have an idea…how would you like to dance with me at the Festival that is in a week?" Esmeralda asked.
"Are you serious?" he gasped.
"I am!"
He almost fainted. "My dreams are coming true!" he shouted on top of his lungs.
Esmeralda smiled as Phoebus came up to her and kissed her on the cheek. "How's our little dancer doing?" he laughed.
"I'm groovin' man!" he chirped.
Phoebus stared at the purple Speedo. "You're still wearing that?"
Frollo grinned proudly as he began to pelvic thrust. "Sexy, am I right?" Frollo spoke.
"Sure," Phoebus suppressed a laugh.
Esmeralda was looking at Frollo and her thoughts began to wonder. He really has changed, she thought, he used to be so cold, so cruel. Esmeralda had not forgotten that one day when Frollo tried to touch her in the cathedral. He almost was childlike. She wondered for how long it would last. How long would it last?
Frollo smiled at Esmeralda and began to stare into her eyes. She almost sparkled in the sun. She was so beautiful to him. He used to think she was a wicked creature, trying to seduce him with her ways, but he saw the human side in her now. He saw how kind she was. How patient and how loving she could be. Am I falling in love with her? He thought to himself.
Phoebus was staring at Frollo's speedo. It was also sparkling in the sun. Where can I get one of those? He thought to himself. That would make my butt look fine for Esmeralda. She loves my fine butt! And she loves me! How perfect!
After a few more minutes, Frollo apologized to Esmeralda. "Razz, please forgive me for what I did in the past!" Frollo begged, "We all make mistakes, and I royally messed up! If there is any ounce of compassion in you, please."
Esmeralda stared at Frollo, unsure of what to do. She did notice a change, but could she forgive him? Could she forgive him for all the hurt and pain he put her and her people through? "Well Frollo," Esmeralda began, "You were very cruel. I'm not so sure I can forgive you and pretend like nothing happened. It will take time to heal the wounds, but we will see."
Frollo nodded in agreement and tried to conceal the fact that he was hurt, but he could understand why she reacted the way she did. He watched her sparkling eyes dim as she turned back to Phoebus. "Well I guess I better go find Quasimodo," Frollo said sadly, "After all, I adopted him. I am his father in a way."
"Go ahead Frollo," Phoebus excused Frollo, "We will see you later."
And with that Frollo leapt to the cathedral. "QUASIMODO! PAPA IS HERE!!" he yelled.
"Frollo?" a voice asked.
Frollo turned to see the deacon. "What on earth are you wearing!?" he shouted.
"A purple sparkly speedo!" he beamed.
"Oh my goodness! I have the red one on!" the deacon admitted as he pulled off his robes.
So now, there were two half dressed men in Speedos in the cathedral. One in purple, one in red. "Oh my goodness!" exclaimed Quasimodo as he saw his adopted father and the deacon, "I have a black one on!"
So now, three men stood in the cathedral all dressed up in their Speedos!