|The Jester of Notre Dame
Author: flowerpower71 PM
This is a smurfs parody of Disney's "The Hunchback of Notre Dame." Young Peewit had been locked away in the belltower his whole life, but his world is about to change when he meets the beautiful gypsy Savina.Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Friendship - Peewit & Savina - Chapters: 7 - Words: 35,089 - Reviews: 90 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 5 - Updated: 07-18-12 - Published: 04-03-12 - Status: Complete - id: 7984858
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First off I am super super sorry for the late update. Life has been full of tests, baby showers, birthday parties, and developing unhealthy addictions to the Hunger Games and The Legend of Korra. XD But I am back.
WOW! 12 reviews on the first chapter! I am so touched! Thank you all so so much!
Chloe: First of all thank you for being the first to review. :) And you HAVE to see "The Hunchback of Notre Dame," it is one of my favorite movies (ONE xD) and I told the smurfs, Johan, Peewit and Jo you said "Hi" they told me to tell you they said hi as well
CartoonCaster21: Thank you Girly. I know! The opening always gave me chills too! Along with the "Hellfire" scene. I'm glad to see I'm improving on my descriptions.
Kastella: Thank you. Once I thought of the idea, well the characters just kinda came to me. The only person I had trouble with was who should play Clopin, but once I decided on Gerard well I think it worked.
Random Junk 13: You my friend have obviously never met me before for I am the insane one...Actually I take that back, you should meet some of my friends THEY are crazy xD Well we haven't gotten to the really creepy part yet, but thanks anyway.
Fan de Basil de Baker Street: Thank you!
Dolphinrain: I'm so glad you like it.
SuperAlex64: Thank you so much. BTW I like your avatar pic
Zinka17: One of my most faithful reviewers. :) I had a feeling you'd be excited for this story. LOL I know what you mean. It was funny picturing Gerard and Clockworks little conversation in the last chapter.
Anon: Oh thank you! I couldn't think of his name to save my life and it was driving me nuts!
MwolfL: Well you already know how I found the lyrics. XD But I can't wait to read the superwolf adventure when you do this story. That one will be interesting
Smithy: I have been a smurf fan since I was little and am still a huge fan xD Yeah, Balthazar is easily the most evil of the smurf villains and that's why I picked him to play Frollo. Yes there will be Savina and Johan fluff in this story. She won the poll and is gonna be Esmeralda.
Spring-Heel-Jacq: Well originally I was gonna have Livy be Esmeralda, but after talking to some of my readers they had suggested that Savina be her instead. (Plus Savina won the poll) Thank you for the constructive criticism And no the archdeacon is NOT an oc. He was in the movie.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the smurfs, Johan, Peewit, Savina, Balthazar, Clockwork, Gerard ect. They are all the rightful creations of Peyo
The Hunchback of Notre Dame belongs to Disney and Victor Hugo.
I own nothing T_T
While Gerard sang, the bells of Notre Dame sounded off in the distance filling the Paris air with there beautiful tolls. A small figure yanked hard of the ropes of the majestic bells and once finished slid down the rope from the rafters and landed with a light "thump" on the floor. The pigeons who had flown into the tower raised their wings and took to the sky as the bellringer known as Peewit landed and then stepped out onto the balcony and into the bright sunshine. The closest he ever got to being outside.
"Good morning." Peewit whispered to the little baby bird that was in a nest. The bird let out a chirp and poked his head up.
"Will today be the day? Are ya ready to fly?" Peewit asked, excitement rising in his voice.
The bird lowered his head and looked around uncertain.
"Are you sure? Today would be a good day to fly. Why if I could pick a day to fly, this would be it." Peewit said as he cupped the little bird in his hand. "The Festival of Fools."
The bird gulped as he looked at the long drop to the ground below starting to feel a little dizzy.
"It will be fun!" Peewit encouraged.
"With jugglers" he sat the bird back in his nest and pulled out three balls and began to juggle them.
"And music" Peewit tossed the balls aside and then pulled out a lute and strummed it. The bird cringed as an off key note sounded from the instrument.
"And dancing." Peewit put aside the lute and did a sort of goofy hopping dance. This caused the bird to "chuckle."
"Now you try." Peewit picked up the bird once again and held it out over the balcony. The bird hesitated only for a moment before he shut his eyes and flapped his wings. When the bird opened his eyes he discovered that Peewit's hands were no longer holding him up and he was hovering in the air.
Peewit chuckled as the bird seemed to cheer and then landed once more in the teenage boy's hands. Suddenly a flock of pigeons flew past them and the little bird chirped as he watched them go.
"Go on. Nobody wants to be cooped up here forever." the blonde boy spoke from experience as he stroked the top of the birds head with his finger. The bird chirped a goodbye to his friend as he flew out of his hand and flew to catch up with the pigeons.
Peewit's smile fell as he watched the birds begin to disappear in the Parisian sky. Oh to be free like those birds. To come and go as you please.
"Lucky ducks." Peewit grumbled under his breathe.
"Ooh! Those aren't ducks Peewit. Those a pigeons."
Peewit jumped back a little bit as a beautiful white crane landed next to him. The crane lowered her head allowing the little blue creatures that rode her to get off.
Several years ago, when Peewit was just a boy around five, he had discovered these little mythical creatures that called themselves smurfs. He had discovered them when he had noticed that some of his food had been disappearing and found out that one of the smurfs, Greedy, was the culprit.
The smurfs are mythical little blue creatures that live in oversized mushrooms deep within the forest. On the day that they had met, the smurfs were in their forest harvesting the nuts that grew in the trees for the winter that was fast approaching. Greedy was high up in a tree branch and couldn't get down fast enough when the woodcutters came and chopped the tree down.
The other smurfs seeing this followed the humans by flying on Feathers the crane. The tree was cut and chopped into firewood and was sent to Notre Dame for the fire. Greedy managed to escape at the last second and some how made it to the bell tower. After all the excitement of the day he was famished. He saw a plate with some grapes on it and decided to help himself. That was when Peewit found him.
After screaming and hiding from the other, they both realized that the other meant them no harm and the two quickly became friends. Once the rest of the smurfs finally found their missing brother, they easily made friend's with Peewit as well and just about everyday since then, Feathers would fly to Notre Dame, toting a few smurfs with her, where they would check on the lonely boy.
"What's smurfing on down there Peewit?" a smurf wearing overalls and had a pencil stuck behind his ear named Handy asked as he pointed to the court square where the townsfolk were setting up a bunch of colorful decorations.
"A fight? A flogging?" a muscular smurf with heart tattoos named Hefty asked.
"It's a festival my Little Smurfs." Papa Smurf, the red clad leader of the smurf village answered.
"You mean the feast of fools?" Greedy asked, his eyes growing wide and his mouth already starting to water a just the mere thought of the types of food that was sure to be served.
"Oh how smurfy!" Smurfette, one of the only three female smurfs that occupied the smurf village cooed as she, Handy, Hefty, Greedy, and Papa watched the sight from above. Peewit however did not share his only friends enthusiasim and sadly turned away from the sight and retreated back into the belltower.
"Peewit? What's wrong?" Hefty asked.
"Aren't you gonna watch the festival with us?" Handy asked. But Peewit didn't answer and kept walking.
"What's smurfing him?" Hefty asked turning to Handy, but the engineer smurf just shrugged in response. "Maybe he's sick?"
"Impossible, if ten years of listening to Brainy hasn't made him sick, nothing will." Hefty replied.
"But watching the Festival Fools has always been the highlight of the year for Peewit." Greedy defended.
"That may be true but what fun is a party if you can't go to it?" Papa asked.
"Poor Peewit." Smurfette sighed as the five little blue creatures entered the belltower in search of their friend.
Peewit had climbed up a ladder that lead to the place where he spent his time when he was not ringing the bells. Sitting on a long wooden table was an exact replica of Notre Dame and the towns square; complete with wooden dolls of all the villagers. This was the closest that Peewit ever got to actually being in the village. The pint sized blonde sighed and rested his head on the table.
"Peewit, what's wrong?" Smurfette asked as she climbed up on the table and patted the boys hand.
"Yeah tell us." Greedy prodded as he and the rest of the smurfs followed Smurfette's lead and climbed up on the table as well.
"Well...I just don't feel like watching the festival is all." he lied.
"Well did you ever think about going there instead?" Hefty asked.
"Sure," Peewit answered, "But I'd never make it out there. I'm not...normal."
"Oh Peewit don't smurf such things!" Smurfette chastised.
"Yeah and besides it's not smurfy for somesmurf to be stuck inside all day." Handy added.
"As your friends we insist that you attend the festival." Greedy said.
"All that you say is true my little smurfs, but I am afraid your forgetting one big thing." Papa spoke up.
"What's that?" Hefty, Handy, Greedy and Smurfette asked in unison.
"My Master, Balthazar." Peewit answered as he held up the wooden doll that he had made him.
"Oh" the smurfs sighed.
"Well," Handy started "When he says your forbidden from ever leaving the bell tower does he mean never ever?"
"Never ever!" Peewit clarified. "And he HATES the Feast of Fools. He'd be furious if I asked to go."
A lightbulb suddenly went off in Hefty's head. "Do you have to ask?"
Peewit's eye's grew wide. "Oh no-"
"You sneak out" Hefty interrupted.
"Go to the festival" Smurfette continued
"And sneak back in." Handy finished.
"He'll never smurf you were gone." Greedy agreed.
"But if I get caught-"
"As Poet says, "Better to beg forgiveness than permission." Smurfette quoted.
"But what if he see's me?"
"Perhaps you could smurf a disguise?" Papa suggested.
"I thought you was on my side!" Peewit snapped at the white bearded smurf.
"I am on the side that is best for you Peewit." Papa answered calmly as he climbed up the Notre Dame replica so that he could be eye level with the boy.
"Peewit, you can't just let your whole life smurf you by. Your fifteen years old and have never been outside the belltower."
Peewit was silent as he looked down at his hands and let the words sink in.
"You can't spend the rest of your life hidden away from the world. Nobody wants to be cooped up here forever."
Peewit's eyes widened and a smile formed on his lips as he lifted his head up. "Your right. I'll go!" The smurfs cheered and jumped for joy.
"I'll get cleaned up"
"I'll march through the doors and-"
"Good morning Peewit." a cold, all to familiar voice said that sent chills down Peewit's spine.
"Go-good morning Master." Peewit stammered as he backed away from Balthazar. He glanced out of the corner of his eye and was relieved to see that the smurfs had noticed Balthazar coming before he did and were able to take cover in a nearby mouse hole before they could be spotted.
"Why whomever are you talking to?"
"M-my friends." Peewit said looking down at the floor.
"I see... your little smoof friends?" Balthazar inquired.
Since Peewit was so young when he first met the smurfs, he had told Balthazar all about them, not realizing that nobody was supposed to know about the smurfs existance. Fortunately Balthazar had just chalked it up to "childish make believe nonsense."
"Smurfs." Peewit corrected.
"What was that that?" Balthazar asked in a deadly tone in his voice.
"They're-they're called smurfs Master."
Balthazar glared at the boy with a gaze that caused Peewit to squirm. Balthazar was not one who liked to be corrected.
"I see...Peewit, what have I told you about these...smurfs?"
"That they are not real." Peewit mumbled.
"Good. Your a smart lad." Balthazar said as he patted the boy on the head. Peewit let out a silent sigh of relief.
"Lunch" Balthazar barked as he sat down at a small table barely even big enough for two.
"Oh right!" Peewit exclaimed as he ran off and then returned a few seconds later with two plates and two goblets. One plate and goblet being made of wood and being significantly smaller than their silver counter parts. Peewit placed the silver plate and goblet in front of Balthazar and kept the wooden ones for himself.
"Shall we go over your alphabet today?" Balthazar asked as he balanced a lesson book on his lap and pulled out a bottle of wine from the basket he had brought with him.
"Oh yes Master. I would like that very much."
"Very well. A?"
"Good. F?" Balthazar quizzed as he took a sip of the wine he had poured himself.
"Festival" Peewit answered without thinking, causing Balthazar to spit-take halfway across the room.
"Forgiveness?" Peewit whimpered
"You said festival!" Balthazar growled snapping the book shut.
"Your thinking about going to the festival." This was not a question. It was a fact.
Peewit covered his face with his hands. This was not what was supposed to happen. Balthazar wasn't supposed to even know. Curse him and his big mouth! Maybe there was still a chance...perhaps if he tried to explain himself.
"It's just that you go every year-"
"I'm a public official. I must go." Balthazar interrupted as he started down the stairs with Peewit following close behind. "I don't enjoy a moment. Thieves and cutlesses, the graves of human kind all mixed together in a shallow drunken stupor.
By now the two had made it out to the balcony.
"I didn't mean to upset you master." Peewit said quietly.
"Peewit can't you understand?" Balthazar lied. "When your heartless mother abandoned you as a child anyone else would have drowned you. And this is my thanks for taking you in and raising you as my son?"
"I'm sorry Master." Peewit whispered looking at the ground in shame.
"Oh my dear Peewit," Balthazar purred as he placed a hand on Peewit's back, ushering the short blonde to look down over the balcony and at the people below. "You don't know what it's like out there...I do...I do." Then Balthazar did something that Peewit never imagined a person like him could be capable of doing...he burst out into song.
The world is cruel
The world is wicked
It's I alone whom you can trust
In this whole city
I am your only friend
Balthazar stepped in front of Peewit and cupped the boys face in both hands forcing him to look him in the face.
I who keep you
I who look upon you
Balthazar never did look upon Peewit with fear; but instead more like a person who was ashamed to be associated with the likes of a creature such as him.
How can I protect you boy
Unless you always stay in here?
Away in here
Balthazar motioned for the boy to follow him and the two made their way back inside.
"Remember what I've taught you Peewit;"
You are deformed
(I am deformed)
And you are ugly
(And I am ugly)
And these are crimes for which the world
Shows little pitty
You do not comprehend
(You are my one defender)
Out there they'll revial you as a monster
(Only a monster)
Out there they'll hate
(Only a monster)
Why invite their calumny
Stay in here!
Be faithful to me
Be grateful to me
Do as I say
And stay in here
(I'll stay in here)
To emphasize his point, Balthazar took the replica figurine of Peewit and placed it in the Notre Dame tower.
"You are good to me Master. I'm sorry." Peewit apologized for the millionth time that day as Balthazar started for the stairs to leave.
"You are forgiven." he stopped and turned back to look at the boy. "But remember Peewit, this is your sanctuary." with that Balthazar turned on his heel and started down the stairs, his footsteps echoing in the distance.
"My sanctuary." Peewit whispered all alone once again. Just like he had been his whole life. Sure Balthazar would stop in a few times a day to feed the boy, and sometimes even the Archdeacon and of coarse the smurfs, but all to soon they would leave and the blonde would find himself alone again.
Safe behind these windows
And these parapets of stone
Gazing at the people down below me
As Peewit "sang" he climbed up and looked out the window at the people that flooded the streets down below.
All my life I've watched them
As I hide up here alone
Hungry for the histories
They've shown me
All my life I've memorized their faces
Knowing them as they will never know me
All my life I've wondered how it feels to pass a day
Not above them
But part of them
And out there
Living in the sun
Give me one day out there
All I ask is one
To hold forever
Where they all live unaware
What I'd give
What I'd dare
Just to live
One day out there
Out there among the millers
And the weavers
And their wives
Through the roofs and gables
I can see them
Everyday they shout and scold
And go about their lives
Heedless of the gift it is to be them
If I was in their skin
I'd treasure every instant
Out there strolling by the Seine
Taste a morning out there
Like ordinary men
Who freely walk about there
Just one day
And then I swear I'll be content
With my share
Old and bent
I won't care
I'd have spent
One day out there!
Second time I've ended a chapter on the musical number. I would have made this chapter a little bit longer but I like to torture my readers with cliffhangers. Mwhahaha!
Anyway I hope I did alright with how the smurfs were incorporated into the story. That was another reason for the late update, I kept switching smurfs on who should play the gargoyles. Plus I debated for awhile whether to have them be made of stone or not. Some different smurfs may or may not be introduced when the gargoyles make their next appearance. I'll cross that bridge when I get to it; I'm just happy to have this chapter up.
I apologize if Peewit seems ooc, but if you think about it, you'd be all shy and timid too if you was cut off from all civilization your whole life.
Next chapter Johan and Savina make their appearance and we get to "see" Gerard doing acrobatic stunts!
Gerard: Why oh why did I ever agree to play Clopin? Why!
Me: Because the fangirls love to see a man doing summersaults in tights. That and because you are my friend
Me: Okay so I hope you all enjoyed! Please leave a review. Bye!