I apologize profusely to Victor Hugo and whoever came up with Teletubbies. The OTP generator made me do it.

The Archdeacon clenched his fists and looked skyward, as if to implore the heavens, before dropping his hands to his side uselessly. After all, it was not heaven that had driven him to his present situation. No, that fault lay squarely with the Fiend.

His tormented soul, his base lust for the lithe body of Esmeralda had led him to this last resort! Dark and mysterious rites had been performed, arcane symbols scrawled on the walls, secret fires lit in braziers, and hideous demons summoned forth to grant him his heart's desire.

Was it his hand, trembling with passion, which had doomed him? Was it his brain, clouded with sin, which had brought forth what could only be called an aberration? He had signed his name with his welling blood, signed his name and made it clear that he desired the "Gypsy".

But when the smoke cleared and the sulphurous scent had dissipated, the figure standing across from him in the room was that of a strange humanoid gargoyle.

Had that disgusting, hideous Quasimodo played some trick upon him? The green creature standing in his chamber moved, though, dispelling any thoughts that it was just a lifeless statue.

"Dipsy?" it said in a high-pitched, childlike voice. "Dipsy!"

Frollo could only watch in horror as it skipped toward him, stretching out its arms. The protuberance on its head poked him in the stomach as it- horrors! hugged him.

Obviously there had been a terrible mistake. His devilish pact had summoned this- Dipsy- instead of his precious gypsy. He had glanced at the heavens in desperation before realizing there was no hope of quarter from Above. He would have to deal with the thing himself.

He slunk out the door behind it, following the fading "Dipsy play!" it emitted. The thing had to be watched every second, lest it arouse suspicion...

A friend of mine got "Archdeacon Frollo is stalking Dipsy" through an OTP generator, and... well... again, many apologies.