A/N: post-quest, The Sire
Disclaimer: These are Tolkien's characters from Tolkien's story, I'm just using them for my own entertainment.
"Don't blame me, I'm just a mushroom!" exclaims Pippin. Frodo and Sam sit there just staring at him blankly, scratching their heads.
"That joke made absolutely no sense," remarks Frodo.
"You have no sense of humor anymore," replies Pippin.
"Well, he has a point. That joke was a little, um... odd," Sam says, "Mushroom Mr. Frodo?"
"No thank you Sam, I prefer this kind," Frodo responds picking up a different bowl of mushrooms.
"What?!" yells Pippin, "This mushroom is much better" he exclaims taking the bowl from Sam and shoving a hand full of mushrooms in his mouth.
"They taste funny." responds Frodo. Pippin glares at Frodo, then turns to Sam and asks, "Sam, what kind of mushroom do you think is better, his favorite or mine?"
"Actually I don't like either, I prefer this kind." he says, picking up a third type of mushroom.
"What!!!" Frodo and Pippin blurt out at the same time. "That kind is disgusting!!!" yells Pippin.
"Yes, this kind is much better!" remarks Frodo, holding up his bowl of mushrooms.
"ARE YOU CRA—WHOA!" Pippin exclaims, flailing wildly and falling back in his chair. "OW! *&*@#%#%!" he yells, hitting his head on the ground. "Ow, ow, ow..." he says as he attempts to get back up.
At that moment Merry bursts through the door. "Ah! Merry please tell them which type of mushroom you think is the best" Pippin says.
"Oh, um... that one," Merry remarks, pointing to a fourth bowl which contains a completely different type of mushroom, "but that doesn't matter now. The trees of the Old Forest have gone crazy! The Shire is under attack!"
"WHAT?!" Frodo, Sam, and Pippin yell together, their eyes wide.
"This better not be some sort of prank..." Sam remarks.
"I'm not joking, this is serious!" Merry exclaims, "The trees of the Old Forest are moving into Buckland! They're attacking everything in their path!"
"What are we going to do?" asks Frodo.
"I was thinking of going to talk to Tom Bombadil," Merry answers.
"Beggin' your pardon Mr. Merry, but what does that have to do with us?" asks Sam.
"I was hoping that some one would go with me," Merry replies.
"You can count on me!" Pippin says, "So, um...when are we going?"