Author's note: I don't own anything.

Esmeralda stirred and woke up. She slowly opened her eyes and gently rubbed them. She stood up looking for Clopin, but he was not there. "That man is a tricky one."

She dusted herself off and walked out the barn and back to the city. She couldn't hide forever. While Esmeralda was sleeping, she dreamt of Frollo and Phoebus. She had come to a decision.

When she finally reached the town, it was busy as usual. People were scattered all about, the markets were hopping, and children were gathered around Clopin as he told another one of his famous stories. Esmeralda walked towards Clopin and sat with the children on the ground as Clopin told a story.

"Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess," he began, "She was the most beautiful princess in the entire world."

Esmeralda was fascinated by Clopin's story telling. It captured her attention, but it was soon interrupted by a tap on the shoulder. Esmeralda turned and saw Frollo standing there in his purple Speedo. "Razzz!" he smiled.

Clopin was not happy to see Frollo. "I'm trying to tell a story!"

"I'm sorry dude!"

Clopin frowned and stared at Frollo. "Can we go talk somewhere?" Frollo asked.

"Frollo, I don't want to talk. I made a mistake kissing you, and I should not have done it. I regret doing it," she admitted, "I need time to be by myself. Time heals all."

"Are you still my friend?"

"Of course."

Frollo did a pelvic thrust and waved his hands in the air. Clopin smiled proudly at Esmeralda, for he was very proud of her. He was the young man who had snuck in to see Frollo. Clopin was truly a master of disguise. He wasn't going to tell her what had happened this morning.

"Well, I have some business to attend to! I will see you all later!" Frollo skipped away.

He was going shopping for clothes! His first stop was at the leather clothing shop. "Ooooo…butt chaps!" he laughed.

He found a total bad ass leather jacket that was totally him. "I need this!."

He bought the leather jacket and a white tank top and jeans. He even got a cowboy hat. He held his purple speedo in his hand. A lot of the sparkles had fallen off. "You're fading," Frollo shook his head, "This is goodbye my purple friend."

Frollo opened up a trash can and threw the speedo in there. Thud. Frollo felt his heart drop. "Goodbye," he whispered again. He made a dramatic face and swished away.