Author: Starr (for now. Tex will help me later.)

Rating: PG

Summary: Peter Jackson loves coffee, and because he is too lazy to make it, he finds a coffee boy named Jimmy. But what happens when Jimmy mysteriously disappears during the filming of Lord of the Rings? How will Peter get his coffee?

Disclaimer: Oh come on, people! I don't own anything to do with Lord of the Rings, Peter, or anyone else. I only own Jimmy. The characters from Lord of the Rings belong to Mr. Tolkien (mayherestinpeace), and I doubt that there will be much of them in this, except for references of course. It's mostly just the movie people.

Oh, and please review this. Thanks.



Jimmy: The Coffee Boy





Ch. 1: The Search for a Coffee Boy



As you all may know, Peter Jackson has a thing for coffee. In all his directing years, it's the one thing that has kept him awake through the entire thing. But all too soon he discovered that he was too lazy to make his own coffee, and would rather spend his time doing something meaningful, such as yelling at people. So, it came to pass that Peter removed himself from his Director's chair (amazingly enough) and went to look for a coffee boy.



Peter got into his red SUV and told the driver (of course he has a driver! You didn't think he'd drive it himself, did you?) to go to the Coffee Boys and Various Other Henchmen Outlet just down the street. They were having a special. Buy one, get a free coffee mug. Although the store was just around the corner, the driver only spoke Japanese, and they got hopelessly lost. So it took about an hour to get there. When they finally got there, Peter got out of the car, amidst the furious yelling of his Japanese driver.

"Oh, yes. Just park it over there." He said to the driver. The driver went on screaming and holding his hand out the window, palm up.

"Park…it…over…there." Peter said again, slowly. The driver was getting very annoyed, so he reached over and pulled out his Japanese-English dictionary from the glove compartment. He found the phrase he wanted (please give me a tip), and read it to Peter.

"I…want to…caress…your…television set." The driver told Peter.

"I beg your pardon?"

"I want to…caress…your…tel…"

"Yes, yes. I got that. But what is that supposed to mean? Let me see that book."

The driver handed him the dictionary, and he located the phrase the driver had previously been saying. He looked up the phrase he wanted in the back and asked the driver this. The driver suddenly started yelling again, even louder than before. Peter threw the book at his head, and stalked off in the direction of the store.



Inside, there were masses of people running around every which way. There were many people lined up against the walls of the building, waiting to be bought. Weaving his way through the crowd (which, believe me, was not easy for him to do), he went to the wall that was labelled "Coffee Boys".

"We'vegot350.DoIhear400?400.DoIhear450?450?Goingonce,goingtwice…sold! To the man in the white jacket!" Said the man on the podium, auctioning off coffee boys. Peter could never understand how the auctioneers managed to speak so fast.

"And right here, we have our last coffee boy for the day." A short, brown- haired child stepped up to the podium. There were a few aww's from the crowd, and then the auction commenced. Peter knew that if he wanted a coffee boy, he would have to get this one. This was his last chance.

"We'll start the bid at fifty dollars. DoIhear50?" Peter raised his hand.

"We'vegot50.DoIhear100?100anybodyforthisfineyoungcoffeeboy?Goingonce,goingtw ice…sold! To the man in the pink t-shirt!" Peter let out a cry of joy. He finally had a coffee boy!