A/N: Here is another story from yours truly, me! It is the story of what happened when the Lord of the Rings stars bought a fast food restaurant. Enjoy!! Also, I don't own Burger King or LotR. I do, however, own McDenethor's and Burger Hovel.
Chapter one: Of For Sale Restaurants and Icees.
"Ahh! That's the ticket!" sighed Aragorn, sipping his Blue Lime Icee from McDenethor's Gondorian Location.
"Hey, weirdo, pass the fries!" Screams Boromir, nearly knocking over the Icee.
"Hey! Watch the Icee!" Aragorn snaps.
"Sorry. You know, you should have bought that Suburban, but no! You had to but the Corvette!" sighs Boromir, whose head is between his knees.
"Uh, Aragorn, can you pass my burger?" Sam asks, smooshed between Boromir and Faramir.
"Yeah. Chicken nuggets, man! Chicken Nuggets!!!" Faramir says, nearly smashing Sam.
"Hey! Wait!" Aragorn says.
"Sorry. I needed the chicken nugget-y goodness." Faramir says.
"Dear? Perhaps you should have bought the Suburban." Arwen says. She has the best seat; she is sitting in the front passenger.
"No! Then that blonde that always looks at me, what's-her-face, won't like me anymore." Aragorn moans.
"Uh, Aragorn? Hate to be rude or anything, but THAT'S MY FIANCEE YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT!!!" Faramir screams.
"Fiancée, Faramir, she's your Fiancée. She could change her mind at any moment." Aragorn says.
"Uh, yeah, but you're married." Faramir points out.
"What's that blonde broad's name again?" Aragorn asks.
"Eowyn." Faramir says.
"Oh, really?"
"She's my Fiancée."
"So?" Aragorn asks.
"You're married." Faramir says.
"She's not a broad."
"Yes she is!"
"YOU'RE MARRIED!!"
"Damnit, Faramir!" Aragorn screams.
"Sorry!" Faramir says.
"Look, can we leave? We're blocking traffic." Sam points out.
"Alright." Aragorn sighs, as he pulls out of the driveway.
"Look! That restaurant's for sale, there!" Boromir screams.
"So?" Aragorn asks.
"So? We can buy it and we'll never have to go to McDenethor's again!" Boromir screams.
"But, he's your dad. You should be patronizing him!" Boromir says.
"I think he hates me. Whenever I go through the drive-through, he picks up the system and the tries to poison my food! He knows my car!" Faramir moans.
"Faramir, that's because you're the only person in Minas Tirith who drives a Hummer 2." Boromir points out.
"So? I have style! I HAVE STYLE!!" Faramir screams.
"Hey! Don't disturb the driver!" Aragorn says.
"Faramir, mmphhm! Mhhmhphsmme!" Sam says, the last of his words incoherent, due to the fact that his face is being smooshed by Boromir and Faramir.
"What?" Aragorn says.
"I said, Faramir, you do have style. I just want to get home in one piece, so don't disturb Aragorn again." Sam says.
"Really?" Faramir says.
"Really." Sam says.
Suddenly, the car turns sharply.
"What the hell??" Arwen screeches.
"I'm buying that place!" Aragorn says.
The car parks. Everyone comes out of the car, which is like 5 people in a 2 people Corvette.
"Hey, is this place for sale?" Aragorn asks.
Suddenly, Theoden and Celeborn come out.
"Sure, sonny." Says Theoden.
"Heh, hey, soon-to-be-uncle-in-law." Faramir says.
"Shut up! I'm still trying to get Eowyn to not marry you!" Theoden says. "Lowly piece of Gondorian slime, trying to marry Eowyn." He mutters under his breath.
"Name your price." Aragorn says.
"Well, since this place got closed because of problems of the sanitary kind, I'd say about $2,000." Celeborn says.
"That's all?" Aragorn asks.
"That's it." Celeborn says.
"Deal!" Aragorn says.
"Honey, what are you going to do with a restaurant?" Arwen says.
"Make my own restaurant! I can see it now: Burger Hovel: The place to eat!" Aragorn says.
"Burger Hovel?" Boromir asks.
"Well, Burger King, Burger Shack, and Burger Hut are taken!" Aragorn says.
"Well, sure, but Burger Hovel?" Boromir says.
"Burger Hovel." Aragorn says.
"Well, if you're sure..." Boromir says.
"I'm totally sure! Come on! We need to get some workers!" Aragorn says, as they pile back into the Corvette.
"Workers?" Sam says.
"Yes, you idiotic Hobbit, workers!" Aragorn screams.
"Hey, can I be chef?" Sam asks.
"Why not?" Aragorn says.
"Can I be the fry manager?" Boromir asks.
"Of course!" Aragorn replies.
"Can I manage the place?" Faramir asks.
"No!" Aragorn yells.
"Oh, sure! It's always; You're second best, Faramir. You're so awful, Faramir. Be more like Boromir, Faramir! You're an idiot, Faramir! You should be dead, Faramir. Here, marry the Rohan girl that Aragorn wants, Faramir! Then listen to Aragorn's commentary on how he wants to screw said Rohan girl, even though he's got a hot Elf chick, Faramir! Well, you know what? I'm sick of it! I'm sick of you all! I'm gonna jump out of the window!" Faramir screams.
"Uh, we're in a moving car, little bro." Boromir says.
"DAMN!" Faramir screams.
"Fine, fine, be the manager!" Aragorn screams.
"Thank you." Faramir says.
"Can I be the nugget chef?" Arwen asks.
"Sure, sweetie-pie!" Aragorn says, as Sam, Boromir, and Faramir make gagging noised at Aragorn and Arwen.
"Wait! You wanna screw Eowyn?" Arwen asks.
"I never said that!" Aragorn protests.
"You make me sick!" Arwen says.
"Honey, I'm sorry, alright? I was young and stupid!" Aragorn apologizes.
"Ok, snuggle-bunny." Arwen says
"EEWWW!!!" Sam, Boromir, and Faramir say.
A/N: Did you like? Well, there will be more. Burger Hovel...heh! Check back soon!