The Hunchback of Notre Dame II

Hey, come back! Wait up!

Oh, what a beautiful day. Good morning.

There's music in the marketplace

The streets have come alive

The town is in a tizzy

It's a busy buzzing hive

There's cause for this commotion and emotional display

we just can't wait to celebrate

Our favorite holiday

Le Jour D'Amour

Your song is in the air

what magic will you make for us

what promise will you share

That golden bell sweet La Fidele

will soon be ringing clear

The best of all the festivals Le Jour D'Amour is here

Mesdames et messieurs, time is short.

You must find your true love.

Find your soul's mate...

for the Festival D'Amour is upon us.

Some have come in puppy love perchance to steal a kiss

Some are still enamored after years of wedded bliss

Everyone's parading down the promenade in pairs

To join the celebration at the finest of the fairs

Le Jour D'Amour Your song is in the air

What magic will you make for us? Whose name shall I declare?

That golden bell, sweet La Fidele will soon be ringing clear

The best of all the festivals Le Jour D'Amour is here

Oh, how the stars will sparkle on the water

As the troubadours sing tales of true romance

The spirits may rise

with fire in their eyes

while gypsy girls enchant you with a dance

Le Jour D'Amour Your song is in the air

What magic will you make for us? What promise will you share?

That golden bell, sweet La Fidele will soon be ringing clear

The best of all the festivals Le Jour D'Amour is here

Ah, observe the rituals of courtship...

as citizens gather two by two.

Oh, looks like there's someone for everyone.

Ah, yes. Too bad there's only one of me to go around, eh?

Ha! One is plenty. Believe me.

Ah, thanks. Hey!

- Was that a shot? - Maybe.

- Take that back! - No!

Take that-- Back.

Are you guys gonna fight all day or help me get ready for the festival?

There he is in his triumphant return.

Dashing gadabout town, eh?

Come on. Let's get the marble out, huh? We have to polish La Fidele.

- And what's the festival-- - Without the bell?

Or the bell-ringer!

Toro! Toro!

- Toro! Toro! - Charge!

Zephyr, you need to slow down.

Okay...

Mom.

- Listen to your mother, young man. - Yes, Papa.

Look at her.

La Fidele, you are magnificent.

Are you gonna ring it once for my mom, Quasi?

You bet he is, and your mother's gonna be down in the square...

screaming loudly into the night...

"I love my husband, Phoebus."

Oh, really? And what makes you think that I'm gonna shout so loudly?

You'll have to to be heard over me yelling...

"I love Esmeralda!"

- Yuck. - Yeah. Yuck.

Whose name are you gonna yell tomorrow, Quasi?

- No one, I guess. - Then who's gonna scream your name?

I don't think anyone ever will, Zephyr.

Well-- Well, why not?

Quasi.

Takes more than looking to really see.

Someday you'll be ready. And when you are, you'll find her.

Someday. Nah.

What could possibly ever change?

Oh, boy! Wow! It's the circus!

- A giraffe! - Look how tall he is!

- Look! - Oh, look at the monkey.

Come, mes amis!

As part of the Festival D'Amour...

a circus has come to Paris!

Come one, come all...

to Cirque de Sarousch!

See juggling clowns...

fire-breathers and magic.

And now, may I present the prettiest ornament on the midway...

I can't see!

my assistant, Mad--

Well, my assistant, Made--

- It's empty! - There's no one there.

Well-- Well, of course not! You have to come to the circus to see her.

Where is Madellaine?

And pull!

Mesdames and messieurs...

kindly direct your attention high above...

as the magnificent Madellaine...

is about to perform her daring high-wire act...

without a net.

Oops. And the crowd goes wild.

A hush comes over the crowd as Madellaine begins her graceful trek.

Madellaine catches her breath having nearly plummeted to her death.

And the crowd bursts into applause!

As they scream for more! Encore!

Thank you. You're too kind.

Where were you, my little trinket?

Oh, well, I-I-I was, um-- I-I was standing.

Well, of-of course I was standing. I mean, I haven't always been sitting.

That would be stupid, I guess. I'm sorry.

I-I-I just want to contribute more to the circus.

Your job is to stand there and look pretty.

Hello. Oh, lovely.

- I wanna do more. - And so you shall, my little éclair.

I have the perfect job for a girl like you.

Up in the tower of Notre Dame...

is a bell of extraordinary value.

I want you to go up there and find out which is the bell called La Fidele.

- Why? - Because I mean to steal it, silly.

I'll be rich. I can travel the world in style and comfort.

No. Why must we always steal? I-I was thinking--

Thinking?

Not your strong suit, is it, my little bonbon?

No, it's mine.

- And where would you be without me? - On the streets.

Precisely. For it's a cold world out there--

For a girl like me. What do I do?

Oh. Lovely.

There's a bell-ringer that lives in the tower.

Smile at him. Wile and beguile him...

and he'll tell you exactly what I want to know.

Uh, hello.

- Damsel alert. - And a lovely vision at that.

What am I, chopped liver?

I-I'm looking for the bell-ringer.

She wants you, big guy.

Is anyone here?

- Get out there, sweetie. - I-I-I can't. What would I say?

Open your mouth. Something will come out.

- I-I-I-- - Nothing came out.

My name is Madellaine. I-I'm with the circus...

and, oh, I just love bells.

Which one is La Fidele?

The bells, you ding-dong. She likes the bells. Talk shop.

Are-Are you hiding from me?

No. What's so funny?

Nothing. It's just-- It looks like you're wearing a really big hat.

Oh. That-- That sounds silly, doesn't it?

No. I just never looked at it that way before.

Yes, it's a-- It's a brass beret.

A-A 2-ton topper.

A-A chapeau in C-sharp!

- The gargoyles! - Gargoyles?

Well, they were-- they were alive!

But that's dumb, isn't it?

No.

You must think I'm stupid.

Not at all.

That just means you have an imagination.

- Do you really think so? - I do.

- What's your name? - Quasimodo.

Well, Quasimodo...

wouldn't you like to come where I can see you?

I h-h-have to go.

I'm sorry.

Oh, poor kid.

Are you okay?

No. You saw the way she looked at me.

Well, then, get her to look again, honey.

- Do you believe in miracles? - Miracles? What kind of miracles?

Oh, you know, just ordinary miracles.

I'm not following you, kid.

Well, I see people together, couples...

and it looks so nice being with someone who loves you.

I guess I'm just wondering if...

maybe someone could love me.

Imagine someone to love

Who loves you

Imagine

To look in her eyes and see

Imagine how miraculous it seems to be

But it's not so very rare

You can find it anywhere

It's an ordinary miracle

The kind you find around you every single day

Or maybe it's just seasonal

Like Spring and May

They're so many

The ordinary miracle

A common kind of miracle that runs right by

Or maybe it's too gradual to catch your eye

So you miss it

A sudden bolt of distant lightning

Cathedrals rising out of stone

A baby starts to walk or talk one day

Then shockingly he's grown

And in love

That volcano of emotion

Not 10,000 gypsy potions

Can undo