Aight. This is just random, out of the ordinary, scary, and most definitely
screwed up fanfic about - you guessed it - Lord of the Rings. This isn't
exactly based particularly on any part of the trilogy, I'm only borrowing
the characters. So please, no suing me. That wouldn't be nice. Besides, I'm
not getting money and you most certainly wouldn't be getting any money
either, so hey, we're both just tough out of luck. Now if you'll excuse me
. . . Read already!
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Oh, BTW, "Beware for the path you take will lead to certain destruction!"
(Random Bowie references shall be involved with all this insanity.) You may
now resume.
"Spooning is dirty!" Lauren, Stephanie, and Niki shouted together, scaring off the crowd of people near the box office. They had just gotten out of seeing 'Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers' and now were walking around the movie theater parking lot.
"What now?" Lauren asked.
"We could go to the Bowie phone booth!" Stephanie piped up.
"Yeah! Maybe Bowie will suck us in!" Niki shouted grabbing their hands and running towards the booth. Nearing the booth Niki skidded to a halt.
"Growl. They're in my phone booth." Niki growled, staring at the three preppies who had invaded her phone booth. They were busily laughing and talking together making preppy hand movements with their hands.
"Get out of my phone booth!" Niki shouted in their direction. They didn't even look up. Lauren looked at Niki then back to the phone booth. She got an evil glint to her eyes.
"Uh-oh." Stephanie and Niki said, exchanging a look. Lauren walked across the parking lot and towards the red Ziggy Stardust British phone booth. With another glance towards each other, Stephanie and Niki followed her.
" . . . and that's why cops have guns." Lauren finished just as Niki and Steph came up. The preppies eyes were wide with wonder.
"You are so right!" They all yelled in unison. Lauren nodded, happy with herself.
"Now be gone!" Niki yelled swinging her phone booth door open and dragging her friends in.
"Who should we call?" Niki asked picking up the phone, prepared to dial.
"Um . . ."
"How about John!" Stephanie yelled excitedly.
"No! You'll start to sing 'John McDonald Had a Farm'!" Niki complained. Too late. Lauren had already started to sing. Niki whapped her friend with the phone.
"Fine. Um, call Hastings."
"Why?"
"So you can page Jay. Duh." Stephanie told her all blondishly.
"Oh. Okay! Gimme money!" Niki demanded, holding out her hand. Lauren obliged and forked over thirty-five cents. She did like any normal person would do. She dropped the quarter and the dime down the slot but when she began to dial the phone booth did something weird. Just like in 'Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure', the phone booth flashed a bright light and disappeared completely. After a few seconds of bright flashy lights and spinning through vortexes and all sorts of crap, the phone booth landed with a loud bang in the middle of a forest.
"Dude." Was all they could say. They stared out of the phone booth, their faces and hands pressed against the glass.
"Hey! I saw something move!" Niki shouted, smacking her head against the glass. "Ouchies." She rubbed her injured head and looked closer.
"I saw it!"
"Dude, the bushes are moving. Could it be . . .?" Lauren asked in a wondering tone.
"No! EW!!" Stephanie shouted. She looked closer. It looked like a really tall sandy brunette haired man in tights.
"Could it be . . ."
"No, it can't be . . ."
"Spooning is dirty!" Lauren, Stephanie, and Niki shouted together, scaring off the crowd of people near the box office. They had just gotten out of seeing 'Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers' and now were walking around the movie theater parking lot.
"What now?" Lauren asked.
"We could go to the Bowie phone booth!" Stephanie piped up.
"Yeah! Maybe Bowie will suck us in!" Niki shouted grabbing their hands and running towards the booth. Nearing the booth Niki skidded to a halt.
"Growl. They're in my phone booth." Niki growled, staring at the three preppies who had invaded her phone booth. They were busily laughing and talking together making preppy hand movements with their hands.
"Get out of my phone booth!" Niki shouted in their direction. They didn't even look up. Lauren looked at Niki then back to the phone booth. She got an evil glint to her eyes.
"Uh-oh." Stephanie and Niki said, exchanging a look. Lauren walked across the parking lot and towards the red Ziggy Stardust British phone booth. With another glance towards each other, Stephanie and Niki followed her.
" . . . and that's why cops have guns." Lauren finished just as Niki and Steph came up. The preppies eyes were wide with wonder.
"You are so right!" They all yelled in unison. Lauren nodded, happy with herself.
"Now be gone!" Niki yelled swinging her phone booth door open and dragging her friends in.
"Who should we call?" Niki asked picking up the phone, prepared to dial.
"Um . . ."
"How about John!" Stephanie yelled excitedly.
"No! You'll start to sing 'John McDonald Had a Farm'!" Niki complained. Too late. Lauren had already started to sing. Niki whapped her friend with the phone.
"Fine. Um, call Hastings."
"Why?"
"So you can page Jay. Duh." Stephanie told her all blondishly.
"Oh. Okay! Gimme money!" Niki demanded, holding out her hand. Lauren obliged and forked over thirty-five cents. She did like any normal person would do. She dropped the quarter and the dime down the slot but when she began to dial the phone booth did something weird. Just like in 'Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure', the phone booth flashed a bright light and disappeared completely. After a few seconds of bright flashy lights and spinning through vortexes and all sorts of crap, the phone booth landed with a loud bang in the middle of a forest.
"Dude." Was all they could say. They stared out of the phone booth, their faces and hands pressed against the glass.
"Hey! I saw something move!" Niki shouted, smacking her head against the glass. "Ouchies." She rubbed her injured head and looked closer.
"I saw it!"
"Dude, the bushes are moving. Could it be . . .?" Lauren asked in a wondering tone.
"No! EW!!" Stephanie shouted. She looked closer. It looked like a really tall sandy brunette haired man in tights.
"Could it be . . ."
"No, it can't be . . ."