Archdeacon Claude Frollo is in Need of a New Bellringer... because Quasimodo died, starving himself to death by Esmeralda's grave. If you know anything about the book, it's slightly darker than the film. But, the problem for the Archdeacon is the same; the bells need to get rung, and he very well isn't going to ring them himself, so he puts out a notice that he's looking for a replacement for the dead hunchback. Frollo was nothing if not a bastard at heart, and decided to himself that it should be another freak of nature, a man or woman who did not belong in proper society that should take up the job cloistered up in the belltower. Food and lodgings would be provided, and one of the vermin the Archdeacon hated so much would be off the streets. Frollo's notice was a big hit, as many, many people wanted to have the honored position of bellringer of the bells of Notre Dame. Up from the top, Archdeacon Claude Frollo could see the line wrapped around the church, all people wanting the job desperately. One by one, they climbed up, up, up the winding stairs of the church of Notre Dame to meet the Archdeacon of the church Claude Frollo and audition as bellringer. One by one, they descended back down the winding stairs of the church of Notre Dame after the Archdeacon of the church Claude Frollo turned them away for either being too normal or an insufficient musical talent for such a prestigious position as the bellringer at the church of Notre Dame. The sun was getting lower little by little and Frollo was starting to give up hope. If he didn't find them by the end of the day today, he'd have to start all over tomorrow, or perhaps even have to ring the bells himself which was quite out of the question. A man shambled to the top of the stairs and Frollo turned around. ""I'm here to audition,"" he said, and Frollo took stock of him. He was average height, average build, with a smiling face and, Frollo noticed, no arms. The Archdeacon of the church of Notre Dame Claude Frollo laughed for the first time in many years. ""Thank you for lightening my spirits,"" he said, ""but you have no arms to ring the bells with. I am sorry only that you had to climb all this way for such a joke."" ""No, please,"" the man begged, ""let me show you. I can play the bells"" Frollo stepped aside with his arms crossed and waited. The man stepped forward, pulled his head back, and slammed into the first bell with his forehead. Down the row he went and back again, playing a tune that Frollo once knew when he was a much younger man. Even his icy heart started to melt a little. The playing was perfect, and this armless man had full control of everything from the volume of each bell to the length the note was held with only his head striking them. Frollo grabbed him by the shoulder and wiped a tear from his eye. He led the man to the window overlooking the entire city, the window that would be this man's view for as long as he served as the bellringer at the church of Notre Dame. ""Son, you have done me a great service, and will do this city an even greater one. Truly, you are the most talented musician in generations to grace our church. I am glad my search found you."" And Archdeacon Claude Frollo clapped the main on the back, giddy that his long day had yielded results. Now, there was only one problem. Without arms to steady himself, what Archdeacon Frollo thought was a gentle pat on the back actually sent this armless man teetering towards the window. Before Frollo knew what had happened, the man fell down, down, down the belltower to the streets of Notre Dame. Frollo let out an ungodly shriek and sprinted down the spiral stairs to get to the ground. Out the front door of the church he flew, where a crowd had already gathered around the man who had fallen down from the belltower of the church of Notre Dame, dead and splattered on the ground. ""Oh, Archdeacon Frollo, Archdeacon Frollo!"" Shouted a woman. ""This man, he fell from above! From the belltower of the church of Notre Dame! Archdeacon Frollo, who is this man?"" ""Well, I don't know his name, but his face rings a bell."" Archdeacon Claude Frollo rang the bells himself the next morning grumpily. He'd lost his golden goose, and needed to find another. So he put out another notice for the next afternoon, requesting that anyone interested, even those who had already auditioned, return and try again. He looked out from the top of the tower at the line already forming, even in the early hours of the morning. Surely one of these men or women would be a suitable replacement. ""Archdeacon Frollo,"" said one of the deacons, ""there is a man here, insistent to see you. He says it cannot wait."" Frollo turned around and saw a perfectly normal man with an odd resemblance to his armless casualty the day before. With the arms, he didn't quite fit the bill Frollo was looking for. But before Archdeacon Frollo of the church of Notre Dame could speak, this man started weeping openly. ""What's the matter?"" The Archdeacon asked. ""The man yesterday who tragically fell to his death was my brother Archdeacon Frollo. My own brother. His only wish was to ring the bells of Notre Dame. Musical talent runs in our family, and despite my own occupation as a cobbler, I wish now to take up his place and serve this great church of Notre Dame."" Frollo decides, just this once, to make an exception, and see if this man truly does have the talent his brother had. He sent the deacons away, and gestured for this new audition to begin. And begin it did; the man played with inhuman grace, better even than his brother, and Frollo felt a tear prick the corner of his eye. This was it. This was the future of the church of Notre Dame. Frollo clapped despite himself, and the man pulled his arm back to strike the bell a final time, the end to his song. Suffice to say, the final blow never came. The man clutched his chest, gasping for air, and dropped to his knees. Frollo ran to him, but felt no pulse even seconds later. He died there, in the belltower of the church of Notre Dame, at the side of Archdeacon Claude Frollo. Frollo let out another inhuman shriek, and the deacons came running. ""Archdeacon Frollo, what is the matter-oh, God almighty! What happened to this man? What was the name of the man that needed to see you so urgently and died here in our own belltower in the church of Notre Dame?"" ""I never learned his name, but he's a dead ringer for his brother."" (Just a very shaggy dog. Hope you enjoyed it.)