Run…hide…call yer mom…it's
THE ONE (and only) NON-DEROGATORY PHOEBUS PAGE EVER!
The
Actually Liked Phoebus HeadQuarters(pic of boy blue here, preferably in a gallant pose)
Alas, the collective "Hunchback of Notre Dame" fan corps has expressed only hatred and indignation towards this, Disney's most lovable hero-doof. Even the characters think he's a dweeb (case in point: "Feeble!" "Doofus!" "PHOEBUS!"). But really, does he deserve such negative publicity? No! In fact, he's a really nice, self-deprecating romantic who does his best to do the right thing---and all that with a sense of humor: granted a rather lame one, but a sense of humor (although, admit it, a better sense of humor than "there's good noose tonight!").
But enough. We're only boring you. You just came here to insult Phoebus, didn't you. Well, FINE. Before you go catatonic, here's our guestbook. Please, if you're going to tell us that Phoebus deserves to be boiled in hot gelatin, make it witty. Anything less than outright hilarious will vanish into the dungeons. As for you "closet-ALP"s, feel free to use a pseudonym. Here at ALP HQ, it's not who you are, but what Disney character you're obsessed with that matters. Thank you.
Permission to Speak Freely (sign)
Service Records (view)
before this, only three images of Phoebus were publicly available---now feast your eyes on a cartload of Boy Blue. (Remember, nobody online can see your wallpaper! You can put it up safely!)
favorite one-liners, embarrassing comments ("What a woman!" comes to mind), and noble sentiments. Vote for your favorites…and the lines that trigger your gag reflex.
Are you a closet ALP? Many of you are. Find out if there really is a little Phoebus in all of us. It's automatic---no need to have anybody else ever see it.
At last! A fan club! You knew it was coming! Join the confidential ranks of ALPA (Actually Liked Phoebus Anonymous) and release your demons.
No, it doesn't mean we'd like to see Esmeralda be turned into a Romani pancake. It means, like Phoebus, we give out a little, hapless, love-sick sigh when the vixen crosses our screens.
Phoebus never sings. Maybe this is a good thing. But, undeterred, the founding ALPs have invented a few ditties that might have just hit the cutting-room floor, along with some poetry. Submissions encouraged.
(image of Phoebus again---something 'farewell'-ish, maybe)
UNTIL LATER, THEN---
VIVE MONSIEUR LE DIEU-SOLEIL!
(Long Live Mister Sun-God)