I do not own Beyblade. I do not own a beyblade.

"Hello, dear reader, and welcome to Middle Earth," said a mysterious voice. "I am the Narrator. Once upon a time, there lived a small creature called a hobbit. It was like a human only better. It was about 3 feet tall, with hairy feet and curly hair on it's head. The hobbits lived in short houses called Hobbit Holes."

"This is boring," Tyson complained loudly.

"Of course it is, it's Lord of the Rings!" The narrator shouted. "Anyway, the hobbits lived in a small place called Hobbiton."

"Go figure," joked Ray.

"Would you shut up?" the narrator complained. "As I was saying, they lived quiet lives, except for one very old hobbit named Grandpa. He was about 111 years old, and had been on many a great adventure. He was considered "a disturber of the peace"-"

"Actually, that was Gandalf," corrected Kai.

"SHUT UP! He was considered weird, at any rate. Grandpa had a kid who was somehow related to him. His name was Tyson. This is his story."

"Ooh, dramatic," Max commented.

"I CAN'T WORK WITH THESE PEOPLE!" roared the narrator.

"Okay, okay, calm down," Annoying Talking Animal said. "I'll do it."

Tyson Granger was sitting in Bag End, (Grandpa's Hobbit Hole) happily eating an apple.

"Aah, this is the life. Hobbiton is the only place where second breakfasts are considered normal."

There was a knock on the door.

"Tyson! Get the door!" Roared Grandpa.

Tyson blissfully took another bite of apple.

"Tyson, get the friggin door!" he shouted.

"You get it!" Tyson shouted back.

Grumbling, Grandpa made his way to the door and thrust it open.

"Yes, yes, happy birthday to me. I GET IT! Would you people STOP coming around to say- Oh, hello Mr. D!" he said, finally realizing who his guest was.

"MR. D!" Tyson screamed, running up to him and giving him a rather scary hug. "You came back!"

"How about very old friends?" Mr. D said, extremely confused.

"Um…" the two Grangers exchanged terrified glanced. "Are you sure you're okay?" Grandpa asked.

"Oh, yes, lovely day if I do say so myself," Mr. D said, and promptly exploded.

"Wait! Gandalf can't explode! I thought he was a main character wizard dude… thingy!" Tyson said urgently.

"Tyson," Max started. "Did it ever occur to you that maybe Mr. Dickinson isn't playing Gandalf?"

"No! What a stupid thing to think!" Tyson laughed. "Wait… maybe Mr. D isn't playing Gandalf! I'm a genius!"

Max banged his head against the wall in exasperation.

There was another knock at the door.

"The door's open, you moron!" Grandpa screamed. "Oh, hello Gandalf!"

"Wow! Is it really you? Can I have your autograph?" Tyson asked in awe.

If you've ever watched or read Lord of the Rings, you will know that Grandpa's having a party.

At Grandpa's party that night…

It was a very alarming scene. There were bladers all over the dance floor doing the chicken dance. Kai was standing against the wall and Gandalf was shooting off fireworks.

Then Grandpa stood up for a speech.

"Dudes and dudettes! Today all of my homeboys are here to celebrate my birthday, and since I'm 111 I have every right to just disappear. And I will in a few seconds, because I have this magic ring that makes me go invisible. See?" He then vanished.

The guests gasped in unison.

Grandpa re-appeared. "So, here you go, Tyson. Take it to Mordor for me." He tossed the ring at Tyson and ran for it.

"Well then…" Ray said, breaking the stunned silence.

"So, now what?" asked Tyson. "Do I have to go on some journey all across Mordor and be almost killed multiple times?"

"Yep," Max said happily.

"Oh crap," Tyson muttered.

Yeah, yeah, I know it wasn't all that funny, but hey. It will definitely get better. And if you were wondering, the Bladebreakers will be replacing the four hobbits, and everyone else (Gandalf, Legolas, Gimli, Boromir and Aragorn) will stay the same. This will be fun! Legolas is so hot.