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"I have an idea!" Frollo said excitedly.

"What's that Frollo?" the deacon and Quasimodo asked.

"Let's all go outside and dance in the square in our speedos," Frollo suggested.

"Hooray!" the deacon cheered, "I can belly dance!"

Quasimodo however wasn't excited. "But, remember what happened last time? People think I'm ugly. They think, I'm a monster," Quasimodo mumbled.

"Quasi, its time to have a fatherly son chat," Frollo began.

"I know about the birds and the bees," Quasi tried to interpt.

"No not that…Quasi…you are beautiful to me."

"I…I am?"

"Of course you are! You are my son, and I love you. You are so kind, so loving, and pure of heart. True beauty sometimes lies underneath, and beauty isn't always looks. You have to look deeper," Frollo smiled as he gave Quasimodo a kiss on the cheek.

Quasimodo felt like he was about to cry. "I love you..my son."

Quasimodo burst out into tears, while still in his speedo, and gave Frollo a hug. Frollo started to cry because Quasi was crushing him. "This is so beautiful!" sobbed the Deacon as he let out a giant fart.

"Oops," he blushed.

The three men went to the cathedral door and opened it wand went to the outside world wearing those sexy Speedos. "Oh my goodness! It's Frollo, the deacon, and the monster!!!!" one man cried.

"Hey that's my son you are talking about fool!" Frollo challenged.

"He's your son????????" asked a woman.

"Yes," Quasimodo smiled.

Everyone stared at the sparkling Speedos. "Ladies and gentlemen, we shall be dancing for your pleasure! Performance begins in 20 minutes!" the deacon announced.

Cheers arrupted everywhere. So for the next twenty minutes, they came up with a routine. Little did they know, someone was watching them from the shadows. Esmeralda was hiding watching them out of curiosity. She wanted to see what was going on. When she saw how kind Frollo was being to Quasi, it warmed her heart. She then saw Frollo hugging Quasimodo. "He really has changed," she smiled.

"Yes he sure has," a male voice answered her.

Esmeralda turned around to see the king of the gypsies, Clopin. "Greeting Clopin," she bowed.

"Hello my dear," he grinned, "Frollo is different. Did you hear about the accident?"

"What accident?"

The king's eyes sparkled. "Frollo hit his head, when going to fetch his horse, he hit his head with too much force, the poor fellow he hit his head, but when in reality, he should be dead," rhymed Clopin.

Esmeralda clapped as Clopin took a bow. "Thank you, thank you!"

"Clopin, what will happen if he hits his head again? Does this mean that he will go back to his old ways?"

"Nothing is ever certain my dear. Just cherish every moment of it," he answered, "Just keep an eye on him. If he turns back the way he originally was, who knows what will happen to our people, and to our beloved city."

"Thank you Clopin."

"Oh and Esmeralda, one last thing."

"Yes?"

"Don't betray your heart. Listen to your mind, but never forget your heart."

And with that, he was gone.