AN: Well here it is people! The long awaited Smurfs/HBOND parody! Okay so before we get to the story I have a few things to point out,

First I will work on updating this story every OTHER week, instead of every week. I am already working on a bunch of stories right now as it is and I shouldn't even be working on this at all but I have no patience whatsoever and if I waited any longer I would go insane...well more so than I already am. XD

Second just incase anyone is wondering why I picked Peewit to portray Quasimodo; No I do not think that Peewit is ugly but the reason I picked him was because in the episode "The Raven Wizard" Peewit broke the heart diamond by placing his face in front of Savina's thus causing the diamond to crack and explode in a thousand pieces. During which time the raven wizard (who's name I cannot remember) was shouting out "You fool! You ugly fool!"

Also in "The Goblin of Boulder Wood" episode Peewit mentioned that he went from farm to farm looking for work, but the people would make fun of him and chase him away. So those two reasons got me to wondering if Peewit ever feels insecure about his size/looks? (Not like Vanity Smurf mind you) xD

Third I know this is a T rated story but as a fair warning things might get a little M because of Frollo's (Balthazar in this story) uh...intentions towards Esmeralda (man that didn't sound creepy at all did it?) xD But nothing to graphic. I promise that much

And...well I guess that's it for now. Anyway I do not own any of the smurfs, nor any of the other characters.

The Hunchback of Notre Dame Belongs to Disney and Victor Hugo.

I own nothing!

Enjoy! :)

It was a beautiful day in Paris, once long ago. The sky was full of white puffy clouds and the villagers were rising up for the days chores. Shops were being opened and a rooster gave off it's morning call. In fact if you listened hard enough you could almost hear the sound of someone singing.

Morning in Paris

The city awakes

To the bells

Of Notre Dame

The fisherman fishes

The baker man bakes

To the bells of Notre Dame

To the big bells

As loud as the thunder

To the little bells

As soft as a psalm

And some say the soul of the city's

The toll of the bells

The bells of Notre Dame

Yes in fact someone was singing indeed. The singer was in a colorful wagon, the kind that would be used to perform puppet shows. A small group of children surrounded the wagon as they peeked in with their curious eyes.

Inside the wagon was a young man around the age of eighteen, though he still held onto his child like innocence his gray eyes held a sense of mischief and glee. He shook some of his chin length sandy blonde hair out of his face as he greeted the children.

"Listen, there beautiful no?" he asked the children as the bells of Notre Dame chimed off in the distance.

"So many colors of sound. So many changing moods. But you know they don't ring all by themselves."

Suddenly there was a small whirling sound as a small blue mechanical doll appeared out of nowhere.

"Squeek ree?" the clockwork toy asked as if to say "They don't?"

"No you silly boy." the young man said as he picked up the doll in one hand and pulled back a curtain to reveal none other than the church of Notre Dame itself.

"Up there high, high in the dark bell tower lives the mysterious bell ringer."

The children were getting more and more intrigued by the second and scooted in closer so as to not miss a word from this mysterious man about the even more mysterious bell ringer.

"Who is this creature?" the teen asked

"Sqree?" the clockwork doll asked as if to ask "Who?"

"What is he?" the teen asked.

"Chirp chee?" the blue doll asked as if to ask "What?"

"How did he come to be there?" the teen continued on.

"Squee?" the doll asked shrugging his wooden shoulders asking "How?"

"Hush!" the teen said as he whacked the blue thing on the head with a stick. This action earned him giggles from the children and a dirty look from the doll.

"Gerard will tell you." the teen said gesturing to himself, causing the giggles to be replaced with wide open ears.

"This is a tale. A tale of a man...and a monster." Gerard explained as he broke out into song again to tell the tale to the children.

Dark was the night

When our tale was begun

On the docks near Notre Dame.

The scene now changes and four gypsy's were riding in a canoe like boat, trying to slip quietly under the docks of Notre Dame, but that was no easy task with a crying infant.

"Shut it up will you!"

"We'll be spotted!" two of the gypsy's hissed at the mother of the infant as she held the baby in her arms. "Hush little one." she cooed.

Four frightened gypsy's

Slid silently under

The docks near Notre Dame.

The boat finally came to a resting stop near the snow covered bank as the gypsy's got out of the boat.

"Four guildrers for safe passage into Paris." the boat driver demanded holding out his palm, but no sooner had the words left his mouth did an arrow come zooming out from nowhere and land in his rowing stick, splitting through the other side.

But a trap had been laid for the gypsy's

Guards came out from all directions, their weapons pointed and surrounded the now scared gypsy's.

And they gazed up in fear and alarm

Out from the shadows rode a mysterious and terrifying figure riding a horse as black as the Paris sky. The rider wore long purple robes and gold jewelery and had a gaze that would send even the bravest of men cowering to their knees begging for mercy.

And a figure whose clutches

Were iron as much as the bells

"Lord Balthazar!" one of the gypsy men gasped in fear.

The Bells of Notre Dame

(Kryie Eleison)

Balthazar rode up and stared hard at the gypsy's. The gypsy mother held her infant son closer as the father put a protective arm around his wife and child.

Lord Balthazar longed

To purge the world

Of vice and sin

(Kryie Eleison)

The guards ripped the gypsy's apart and put the men in shackles

And he saw corruption everywhere

Except within

"Bring theses gypsy vermin to the palace of justice." Balthazar ordered as the gypsy's were lead away to their doom.

"You there! What are you hiding?" one of the guards demanded as the gypsy woman tried to hide her baby. She tried to escape but the guard had caught a death grip on her wrist.

"Stolen goods no doubt." Balthazar said. "Take them from her."

She ran

By some sort of miracle the gypsy woman got her wrist free and took off running through the snow covered street of Paris. But Balthazar was right behind her. She could hear the almost demonic horses hooves slam across the ground and could almost feel it's hot breath on her neck as it snorted.

(Dies irea, dies illa, dies irea, dies illa)

(Solvet saeclum in favilla)

(Teste David cum sibylla)

(Quantas tremor est futurus)

(Quando Judex est venturus)

"SANCTUARY! PLEASE GIVE US SANCTUARY!" The gypsy cried as she banged on the doors of the church. She turned around and to her horror Balthazar was fast approaching.

(Quantas tremor est futurus)

(Quanto Judex est venturus)

(Dies irie)

She took off running again but Balthazar had caught up to her. He reached down and yanked the blanket but the mother held on tight. Balthazar had had enough of this and kicked the gypsy. She lost her grip and stumbled backwards, hitting her head on the steps. Scarlet red blood oozed from her head, staining the pure white snow and the steps of Notre Dame.

Balthazar barely gave the woman a second glance as the bundle he had taken from her started to cry.

"A baby?" he asked himself as he pulled away the blanket. "Gasp! A monster!"

(Solvet saeclum in favilla)

Balthazar frantically looked around for a place to do away with this monstrascity of a baby.

(Dies Irea dies illa)

Balthazar's eye's landed on a nearby well. He pulled his horses reins and trotted over to it. He held the screaming infant over the well by his blanket, prepared to drop it in when suddenly-

"STOP!" cried the archdeacon

"This is an unholy demon. I'm sending it back to Hell where it belongs." Balthazarr explained.

See there the innocent blood you have spilt

On the steps of Notre Dame? The Archdeacon sang as he held the dead gypsy woman in his arms.

"I am guiltless. She ran I pursued." Balthazar said nonchalantly shrugging his shoulders.

Now you would add this child's blood to your guilt

On the steps of Notre Dame

"My conscience is clear." Balthazar defended.

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 Archdeacon sang as he pointed to the various statues of the prophets, and saints and kings and even the Virgin Mary that were all over.

The very eyes of Notre Dame

(Kryie Eleison)

Balthazar looked at the statues and they seemed to be looking back. Staring at him with their harsh stone cold eyes.

And for one time in his life

Of power and control

(Kryie Eleison)

Balthazar felt a twinge of fear

For his immortal soul

"What must I do?" Balthazar asked.

"Care for the child. And raise it as your own." The Archdeacon said as he picked up the gypsy woman's corpse.

"What? I am to be saddled with this misshapen-" Balthazar paused as he glanced at the child. "Very well. Let him live with you in your church."

"Live here?" The Archdeacon asked raising an eyebrow "Where?"

"Anywhere." Balthazar answered.

Just so he's kept locked away where no one else can see. He sang

"The bell tower perhaps. And who knows, Our Lord works in mysterious ways." Balthazar looked at the infant in his arms as he started to sing again

Even this foul creature

May yet prove to be

Of use to me

Back in present time Gerard continued on with his tale of the mysterious bell ringer.

"And Balthazar gave the child a cruel name." Gerard explained "A name that means half-sized."

The children leaned in closer as Gerard finally gave his audience the long awaited name.

"Peewit."

Gerard raised up his hand which had a puppet of Balthazar holding what appeared to be a baby swaddled in blankets. As Gerard sang the last lines of his song he kept changing puppets showing the baby go from infant to toddler, to young child to teenager as the two shadow puppets appeared to walk up flights of stairs that eventually lead to the bell tower where Peewit to this very day still rings the bells.

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!

Might I just point out that I actually got chills writing this chapter? Whoo! I suggest actually listening to "The Bells of Notre Dame" as you read this. It gives it that much more depth, especially with the Latin? Italian? Lyrics. And I know that Gerard is like 14 in the smurfs but I am making him 18 for when he makes his (eventual) appearance in "TAJP&L 2" so that's what I'm sticking with.

Next chapter will be out the week after next or maybe before. Depends. But as always please leave a review. No flames. Hope you enjoyed. TTFN Ta ta for now :)