Author Note: I don't own anything!
Frollo came out of the shop and started to walk around the town. "What happened to the speedo?"
"Got rid of it" he answered every time.
He finally made his way to the stable and he started to look for his horse. He whistled and he heard his horse snort. "Good boy."
The horse nuzzled Frollo's shoulder.
"What are you doing?"
Frollo turned to see the stable boy. "Oh I didn't see you there!" he exclaimed.
The stable boy put down his shovel and circled around Frollo. "Oh it's you."
"Who else would it be?" he grinned.
"We get all kinds of folks in here!"
"Folks is a funny word!"
"Not as funny as your purple speedo!"
"Don't diss the speedo!"
The stable boy began to imitate Frollo in his purple speedo prancing about and also the pelvic thrusting. Frollo laughed at the stable boy and joined in. "Shake it!"
The two were on the floor rolling in the hay laughing. Frollo stood up and helped the stable boy up. "Well isn't this lovely," a voice that belonged to Phoebus said.
Frollo turned around to see Phoebus and he exclaimed, "Phoebus."
"Time to end the madness. I'm sorry for this!" Phoebus declared.
He hit Frollo in the face with a bag of potatoes. Frollo passed out again.
Later that night…..
"What happened this time?"
"He was hit in the head…with a bag of potatoes!"
"My word!"
"Yeah! It was that guy Phoebus!"
"Well it's best Frollo ices his head and lies down for a while. Who knows what will happen now!"
A few days later….
The sun had not quite risen yet and most of the town was still asleep. That silence was soon interrupted with a terrified scream from the stables.
"What the hell is this?" Frollo exclaimed looking down at his clothing, "Where are my robes! WHERE IS MY HAT? WHERE IS MY HORSE?"
The stable boy came rushing in. "YOU!"
"Oh crap! He's back to his usual self!"
"GET ME MY HORSE NOW!"
His horse was ready within seconds, and immediately, he mounted his horse and rode into the city. He was searching for crime, and of course, within seconds he caught a theif. "You are under arrest!" snapped Frollo as the man was dragged off to jail.
Frollo continued on through the city. He must have arrested over thirty people so far. He was back to his old self, and the city wouldn't be the same. Frollo needed a break and he decided to go to the cathedral to make sure that Quasi was okay. Slowly he opened the door and was shocked to see both the deacon and Quasi in speedos. They were dancing around and laughing together. "What the hell is going on?"
The deacon and Quasi stopped mid dancing and twirled over to Frollo. "We were practicing our routine for the festival tomorrow! Remember! Razz asked you," Quasi explained.
"Who is Razz?"
Quasi and the deacon's mouth both dropped. "Esmeralda!" they said in unison.
"I would never dance with a woman like that! And put some clothes on! For goodness sake! You both look like fools!" Frollo snapped.
Quasi looked crest fallen. "But Father!"
"I am not your father!" Frollo snapped, "Nor will I ever be."
Quasimodo looked crestfallen. "But, you said, you said you loved-"
"I love no one, and nothing."
"I love you," Quasi sobbed.
"You are nothing but a monster. A MONSTER"
"You've changed…you aren't you."
"I am me, and I don't know what the hell you are talking about."
Quasi wiped his tears and started to walk away. The deacon was speechless. He didn't know what to say. So, he went over to the altar and opened a drawer and put his robes back on. Frollo stormed by the deacon and went into his office.