BHB: Um...Intros can be in script, right? I'm not entirely sure... Well, this is the reformatted version of What They Should Have Done, in all its not-script glory. I've added more stuff, less spelling mistakes, and it won't be taken off this time! YAY! It's NOT in script. NOT. In. Script. Ya see this administrators? NOT SCRIPT! HA! You have struck down my baby once, BUT NOT ANYMORE! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...Ha...ha. Ho. Enjoy the fic.
ONE WAY TO GET RID OF THE RING
One day, Frodo went over to the evil citadel of the evil Sackville Baggins to give them a pie. And so he walked up to the door. And knocked. Just what any visitor would do if they went up to there neighbors Citadel of Doom with a peace offering/gift of pie. And so the Evil Sackville Baggins answered the door. ...You see how annoying this is if it's not in script?
"Hullo Evil Sackville Baggins. I've baked you a pie." said Frodo, holding up the pie.
"Why, thank you!" said the Evil Sackville Baggins. "But remember...SOON, I SHALL RULE BAG END! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"Uh...sure." said Frodo. Then he ran away. Good for him.
LATER...
"So...What did you do with the ring?" said Gandalf one other random day.
"A baked the thing in a pie. Ringwraithes don't eat. ...I think." said Frodo, thinking about how much better this fic would be if it were in script. (I'm not letting this go.)
"Let us hope no one eats it." said Gandalf, reading Frodo's thoughts and mentally agreeing with him.
"Too late..."
"Say what?"
"Nothing..."
ONE WAY TO GET RID OF THE RING
Frodo was digging a hole. Gandalf, tired after a long day of protesting outside the administrators office, walked up and watched for a while.
"Whatcha doin?"
"Digging," said Frodo, trying to unearth a rock that was in the way.
"Why?"
Frodo shook his head sadly at Gandalfs ignorance. "To reach the center of the earth, stupid. So I can throw the ring in!"
"That's the dumbest idea I've ever-" Before Gandalf could finish his sentence, a huge column of flame rose up from the hole, burning Frodo, and the ring, to a spontaneously unfortunate and joyful death.
"Well..." said Gandalf in the awkward silence that followed, "that was random." Then he walked off in the direction of the nearest field of flowers to frolic among the blooms.
ONE WAY TO GET RID OF THE RING
Frodo was standing on a podium, giving a speech to his fellow Hobbits. "WE SHALL BAND TOGETHER, TO BUILD THE BIGGEST GOLDEN CHAINMAIL CURTAIN MIDDLE EARTH HAS EVER SEEN!"
And the hobbits were all, "YAAAY!
"NOW GO, MY HOBBITS!" yelled Frodo.
"YAAAAAAAAAAAAY!" yelled all the hobbits as they left to start working.
"What's the point of this again?" asked Gandalf.
"One of those links is the ring! And from what I planned, millions of identical rings will be used!" explained Frodo.
"But the Ringwrathes will sense its power, then come to the Shire, and even if they don't find the ring, they'll kill everyone!" yelled Gandalf, amazed at Frodos stupidity.
"That's where your wrong."
"How so?"
"We're sending it as a gift to Rohan."
"...Works for me."
ONE EASIER WAY TO DESTROY THE RING
Frodo and Sam are flying on the backs of eagles. They fly over Mt. Doom.
"DROP IT, MR. FRODO!" yells Sam.
"OK!" yells Frodo dropping it into Mt. Doom making it explode and stuff.
"LETS GO BACK TO THE SHIRE!" yells Frodo.
"WHY ARE WE YELLING!"
"I DUNNO. BUT IT'S FUN!"
"RIIIGHT..."
ONE WAY TO KILL SAURON
All the major characters of LotR are in Mordor, in front of Saurons tower.
"I SUMMON FROM THE DEEPS...THE BUCKET!" yelled Gandalf.
A giant bucket appeared in midair, above Saurons eye. Then it tipped over, and the contents spilled out all over Sauron. It was full of PEPPER SPRAY!
And so Saurons eye thingy started yelling and stuff. "AHHHH! I'M MELTING, MELTING! OH GOD, IT HURTS, OH, OH NO! IT BURNS!"
And then everyone's all like, "YAAAAAAAAAAY"
BHB: There are fifty of these little drabbles in total. 45 to go...this is not easy...First I have to change the dialogue, then the tenses, and generally make this better...and the spellcheck...I just hope that I'll get as many good reviews as I did last time I wrote this. I got like...40 or something last time. (reminices sadly)
