I love the idea of Frollo going on a beach vacation. I imagine it looking something like this (in my version I went with the alternate ending where Esme decided that she likes rich older men with questionable mental stability):

It's fun to imagine Frollo doing just about anythingI love the idea of Frollo going on a beach vacation. I imagine it looking something like this (in my version I went with the alternate ending where Esme decided that she likes rich older men with questionable mental stability):





Frollo (digging in the cooler): Where did all of the snacks go?







Quasi (being trailed by a huge crowd of seagulls, sheepish look on his face): But the gulls thought they were so tasty!







Frollo (annoyed): If you absolutely must feed these stupid birds, don't give them MY snacks.







Quasi: Forgive me, Master. (runs back to the station wagon to get the other snacks they packed)







Esme (shouting after him): Hey Quasi, I just ran out of suntan lotion. Can you grab the extra bottle while you're getting the snacks? Quasi? (to herself) Oh, he must not have heard. (heads towards the station wagon)







Random dude on the beach (to Esme): Hey, baby, you need suntan lotion? I've got some! Come over here and I'll rub it on you--





Frollo (absolutely livid, swinging their beach umbrella like a club): DON'T YOU TOUCH MY WIFE!!!!!







Random dude (backing away quickly): Whoa, calm down! I didn't know she was your wife! She looks so young...!





Frollo: You think I'm too old for her? (sinister growl) I can wield an umbrella better than ANY 20-year-old (smacks the dude with the umbrella. Quasi just got back with the cooler. Beach dude falls backwards into Quasi. Cooler falls open and food spills out in the sand)







Quasi: I wish I had normal parents...



