A theater that was abandoned ended up filled with Disney characters. Not with just any ordinary Disney characters, these were the villains. They sat down in their seats and they all started talking.
"Why're we here?"
"This is ridiculous."
"Why in all of Disney someone would send us here?"
There was a loud bong in the room. They all got silent. A voice announced, "I know you all are wondering why you're here. You all are gonna be showed your movies."
They all groaned. The voice continued, "Yes. I know it must suck watching your failures."
Kaa asked, "Who'sssssss to ssssssssay that we all failed?"
There was a pause. "Are you kidding me? You're villains. You're supposed to." The voice quipped. They all just got quiet. It was the sad truth. It continued, "We're showing these movies to you for a reason. We want to show you, not only where you went wrong, but maybe you'll reveal a few things that nobody knows about you; maybe you'll even say something that you didn't know. And hopefully, you'll have a change at heart."
Hades laughed, "Look, babe, I don't know what kind of flowery world you live in, but there's a reason why we have villain status. We. Can't. Change. It's as simple as that."
"Oh really, I bet you weren't like this before you got tricked into ruling the Underworld."
Hades got really quiet. It's not because he was surprised that the guy knew that, it's mostly because he really didn't act that way before. The voice concluded, "Anyway, all of you in here will be shown your movies. You may talk amongst yourselves when the movie is rolling, but at the end of the movie you must realize what you should change about yourself."
Jafar asked, "What's the catch?"
The voice laughed mysteriously. "I'm glad you asked. The catch is you only have 3 minutes to figure it out."
"What happens if we don't figure it out, when time's up?" Shere Khan asked. There was a little pause. "Well, there was also a reason why I brought you to an abandoned theater. You see, people thought there was something wrong with the seats. Saying how they were always sinking. It was true that the seats were sinking but, the theater was sinking along with it."
Cruella shouted, "You mean if we don't get all of these changes right, we're all gonna die!"
"You're acting like people are gonna miss you!" The voice said harshly. The room fell quiet again. Dr. Facilier broke it, "That's kind of harsh."
"The truth hurts. Well, you have 5 minutes to talk before the movie starts. And one more thing, don't try to escape. The doors are electrocuted. Bye!"
They all shouted, "Wait!"
There was another loud bong. The voice didn't answer back. They all just groaned. It was senseless that the person would do something like that. If he knows so much about them, shouldn't he know that they have cold hearts? Almost everyone in Disney knows that. They all looked at each other. It seemed like they knew what they all were thinking. They thought of one question. What unlucky soul will be shown there failure first?
5 minutes seemed to pass by quickly. The flickering lights in the theater started diming. They all sat their uncomfortably waiting for the movie start. A few even covered their face; too embarrassed to see their fail.
(As the Walt Disney Pictures logo fades off the screen, the chorus heard in the background mixes with the bells of Notre Dame Cathedral ringing. A long zoom in through the city until we reach the Clopin singing to a Group of children watching his puppet show.)
Clopin: MORNING IN PARIS, THE CITY AWAKES
TO THE BELLS OF NOTRE DAME
THE FISHERMAN FISHES, THE BAKERMAN BAKES
TO THE BELLS OF NOTRE DAME
TO THE BIG BELLS AS LOUD AS THE THUNDER
TO THE LITTLE BELLS SOFT AS A PSALM
AND SOME SAY THE SOUL OF THE CITY'S THE TOLL OF THE BELLS
THE BELLS OF NOTRE DAME
Listen, they're beautiful, no? So many colors of sounds,
so many changing moods. Because, you know, they don't
ring all by themselves.
Puppet: They don't?!
Clopin: No, silly boy. Up there, high, high in the dark
bell tower lives the mysterious bell ringer. Who is
this creature?
Puppet: Who?
Clopin: What is he?
Puppet: What?
Clopin: How did he come to be there?
Puppet: How?
Clopin: Hush!
Puppet: Ohhh...
Clopin: And Clopin will tell you. It is a tale, a tale of a man and a monster!
(A wipe to a dark night. A band of gypsies quietly proceeding down the
Seine, hoping to avoid detection. A baby in the woman's arms begins to cry.)
Clopin: DARK WAS THE NIGHT WHEN OUR TALE WAS BEGUN
ON THE DOCKS NEAR NOTRE DAME
Gypsy 1: Shut it up, will you!
Gypsy 2: We'll be spotted!
Gypsy Mother: Hush, little one!
Clopin: FOUR FRIGHTENED GYPSIES SLID SILENTLY UNDER
THE DOCKS NEAR NOTRE DAME
Boatman: Four gilders for safe passage into Paris.
Clopin: BUT A TRAP HAD BEEN LAID FOR THE GYPSIES
AND THEY GAZED UP IN FEAR AND ALARM
AT A FIGURE WHOSE CLUTCHES
WERE IRON AS MUCH AS THE BELLS
Scar put out, "I'm guessing it is Jason Voorhees."
Gypsy: Judge Claude Frollo!
"Close enough." Hades joked.
Frollo glared at the immortal god. But, he actually was upset that the guy picked him first. Why couldn't it have been the others? He could already hear the insults and jokes.
Clopin: THE BELLS OF NOTRE DAME
JUDGE CLAUDE FROLLO LONGED TO PURGE THE WORLD OF VICE AND SIN
AND HE SAW CORRUPTION EVERYWHERE EXCEPT WITHIN.
Frollo: Bring these gypsy vermin to the Palace of Justice.
Guard: (To mother) you there! What are you hiding!?
Frollo: Stolen goods, no doubt. Take them from her.
Clopin: She ran!
(As the gypsy mother tries to escape with her baby, Judge Frollo gives chase
on horseback. She reaches the doors of Notre Dame and poundson them.)
Gypsy Mother: Sanctuary! Please give us sanctuary!
Maleficent quipped, "What're these people deaf!? She's yelling at the top of lungs and pounding on the door. A bunch of fools."
Yzma informed, "Well if you think about it, that place is pretty big."
"Probably bigger than your Secret Lab." Ursula said.
She shouted, "How do you know about that!"
Kronk answered, "I may have put up neon signs."
"Why would you do that, Kronk?" She said through her teeth.
"It was hard to find it in your room. With it being purple and all. It blends in. How about switching to a different color? Maybe a color like maroon or maybe goldish yellow…" Kronk continued on. Yzma just rubbed her temples.
(Frollo finally catches up to her on the steps of the cathedral. He rips the still covered bundle from her arms, and kicks her, sending her crashing to the cement steps, where she is knocked unconscious. The baby begins to cry.)
Frollo: A baby?
(Frollo uncovers the baby's head, seeing the deformed infant.)
Frollo: A monster!
"I bet Michael Jackson got to that baby." Hades joked.
(A/N: I DON'T HATE MICHAEL JACKSON! It's just a joke! I just wanna say that.)
[He looks around, searching for a way to dispose of the creature. He sees a well, and rides over to it. He is about to drop the baby down the well when a voice (a lightning flash between Clopin and the Archdeacon) shouts out.]
Archdeacon: Stop!
Clopin: Cried the archdeacon.
Frollo: This is an unholy demon. I'm sending it back to hell, where it belongs!
Scar looks over his seat at Frollo. He quips, "So hell is a well."
Frollo rolled his eyes. He knew it was a joke but he still explained, "When the baby drowns in the water, he would get sent to hell. For his damnation to man."
He chuckled, "Hahahaha! But, you just said in the-" Before he could go on, Frollo shouted, "Be quiet! You bastardly lion!"
Scar growled at him, but ceased to attack. He sat back down in his chair and watched the movie.
Archdeacon: SEE THERE THE INNOCENT BLOOD YOU HAVE SPILT
ON THE STEPS OF NOTRE DAME.
Frollo: I am guiltless-she ran, I pursued.
Archdeacon: NOW YOU WOULD ADD THIS CHILD'S BLOOD TO YOUR GUILT
ON THE STEPS OF NOTRE DAME.
Clopin: My conscience is clear!
Archdeacon: YOU CAN LIE TO YOURSELF AND YOUR MINIONS
YOU CAN CLAIM THAT YOU HAVEN'T A QUALM
BUT YOU NEVER CAN RUN FROM,
NOR HIDE WHAT YOU'VE DONE
FROM THE EYES
THE VERY EYES OF NOTRE DAME!
Clopin: AND FOR ONE TIME IN HIS LIFE OF POWER AND CONTROL
FROLLO FELT A TWINGE OF FEAR FOR HIS IMMORTAL SOUL
Frollo: What must I do?
Archdeacon: Care for the child, raise it as your own.
Frollo: What? I'm to be saddled with this misshapen-
(He pauses as a thought creeps across his face.)
Frollo: Very well. Let him live with you, in your church.
Archdeacon: Live here? But where?
Frollo: Anywhere.
JUST SO HE'S KEPT LOCKED AWAY WHERE NO ONE ELSE CAN SEE.
The bell tower, perhaps. And who knows-our Lord works in mysterious ways.
EVEN THIS FOUL CREATURE MAY YET PROVE ONE DAY TO BE OF USE TO ME.
Dr. Facilier laughed, "I wonder if baby's can sense perverts."
All of them (Except Frollo) laughed.
Clopin: And Frollo gave the child a cruel name. A name that means half-formed... Quasimodo!
NOW HERE IS A RIDDLE TO GUESS IF YOU CAN
SING THE BELLS OF NOTRE DAME.
WHO IS THE MONSTER AND WHO IS THE MAN?
SING THE BELLS, BELLS, BELLS, BELLS,
BELLS, BELLS, BELLS, BELLS,
BELLS OF NOTRE DAME!
A/N: For anyone whose read this before, I'm gonna try this again, but this time the rest of the story will be on Deviantart. Don't worry, I'll post up new chapters stating when the new one will come out, so that way you can still leave review for this story. If no one says anything, then, MAYBE I'll post up the next chapter on Fanfiction. Alright, that's all I wanted to say. Don't take my story down Fanfiction, plz! Please leave a review.
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