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

Summary: Frollo accidentally hits his head and becomes a changed man!

Frollo was walking to the stables to ride his horse and observe the town making sure no one was breaking any of his laws. If he caught anyone doing so, they would be punished most severely. He was a cold and cruel man with no love in his heart. He hated everyone and everything, even himself.

"Where is my horse?" Frollo snapped at the stable boy.

"Coming right away sir," the stable boy nervously stammered.

"Hurry up! I don't have all day!"

The stable boy ran off to fetch Frollo his horse. "Which one is yours my lord?" the stable boy nervously asked.

"The black one."

Frollo heard the stable boy shuffling around. "What are you doing? I told you I was in a hurry!"

"Sorry my lord, but your horse seems to have taken a large dump. He can't walk out without stepping in it," the stable boy disclosed.

"Fine, clean it up, you have thirty seconds to do so or I will have you arrested for putting the city in danger," Frollo mentioned, "You are holding me up and crime is running through the city."

The stable boy cleaned as fast as he could, trying to get it done as fast as he could. Unfortunately, his version of fast wasn't fast enough for Frollo. "That is it!" declared Frollo, "You are under arrest."

Frollo started to charge toward the boy. "No please," begged the boy.

Frollo then ran, slipped, and hit his head on the pavement. And then everything went black.

Later that night….

"What happened?" a voice asked.

"I was getting him his horse and I wasn't fast enough for him and he charged toward me, telling me I was going to be arrested. He then tripped over a broom and hit his head. He passed out," the stable boy remembered.

"Well I wouldn't worry about it my boy. Frollo is very tempermental. When he awakes, we shall discuss this matter and have it resolved.

As if on cue, Frollo woke up. "What. What happened?" Frollo grunted.

"You hit your head sir," the stable boy reminded Frollo.

A nurse handed Frollo some ice for his head. "Apparently you took quite a fall," the nurse said applying the ice.

"Thank you," Frollo whispered.

He iced his head on and off for a few hours, waiting for the swelling to go down. Soon after he went to bed and didn't wake up until the next morning.

~~~~~ The Next Morning~~~~~

The next morning, the stable boy and the nurse went to go check on Frollo. They had set up a cot for him in the stable. When they entered, their mouths both dropped. Frollo was wearing a purple sparkly Speedo and dancing around.

"Frollo?" the nurse asked.

"That's me," Frollo cheerily smiled, "How YOU DOIN??"

"Um…fine thank you, what are you doing?" the nurse asked.

"I'm dancing," he cried as he made a dramatic pose.

The stable boy was trying not to laugh at Frollo. He didn't think now would be a good time to bring up the fact that the previous day Frollo wanted to arrest him.

"I want to be a dancer," Frollo gasped.

"No, you need to get better first, then maybe you can be a dancer," the nurse protested.

"No," Frollo said dramatically staring off into the distance, "It is in my destiny. I shall become a dancer."

Frollo sashayed out of the stable and out into the world with his purple sparkly Speedo. "I'd keep an eye of him," the nurse nervously whispered, "The fate of the city lies in the hands of that man."

"COWABUNGA!!!!!!" yelled a recognizable voice known as Frollo.