A/N: To the people who actually read my story, thank you!!! I am tired
beyond belief so this chapter will probably really suck. My neck hurts too.
You all probably don't want to know this so I'll tell you somewhat
important stuff. It might have humor from other movies, not just Monty
Python (sorry) but it will mostly be Monty Python.
1 Ch. 2: The Flamingo
After encountering the dreaded nozdrule the four hobbits continued their journey to the village of Bree. It was rainy out that night, when they finally arrived in the small town.
Approaching the gates cautiously they knocked the simple toon to "It's a Small World". The response was an ugly, pimply man opening a small window. "Who goes there?" he boomed.
The hobbits flinched at the noise. Merry then hollered back, "what do you care?!?"
"You could be… a Michigander (music of dread and surprise plays for a few seconds in background)."
They flinched, then confusion crossed their faces, "a what?"
"A Michigander! They're people from the dreaded state of Michigan. Since you don't even know what a Michigander is, I suppose you can come in." He said as his face disappeared and the gates creaked open.
The hobbits rushed through and past the strange man that spoke of… Michiganders. And rushed through the street and past the man who cried wolf, until they reached the inn of the flying squirrel. They rushed in hoping to find their friend, Gandalf, but only found themselves face to face with… a sober man.
They gasped and drew back in fear. Not a sober man! He then spoke in a level voice, "what can I do for you little masters?"
They overcame their surprise and Frodo spoke, "four hobbit beds please under the name…Villanova."
"Alrighty then. Help yourselves to some chow!" he said cheerfully.
They stared after him in disgust, then took off, getting their ale and sitting down. They ate their moldy bread and cheese in silence, until Pippin left to get a full pint of ale. They continued eating in silence until Sam pointed out that a man dressed in bright, florescent pink. They stopped the sober man as he passed and Frodo asked, "who is the man in the corner, wearing the pink outfit?"
The man glanced in that direction, gasped, and turned back towards the three hobbits. "He's one of those flamingo men. Crazy folk they are, wander around pretending to be flamingos. They also wander around the wild defending people and all that other unimportant stuff." After he finished he proceeded on to his destination.
Frodo thought on this for a moment but stopped when he heard his name. He turned to hear Pippin say, "Baggins… sure I know a Baggins. Frodo Baggins—."
Frodo got up and rushed over to attempt to shut Pippin up. As he pulled on Pippin's sleeve, he slipped on someone's shoe and fell backwards. As he fell his magical onion ring slipped from his hand and flew into the air. Everyone stared as it flew up and came down slipping onto Frodo's finger and he disappeared. Frodo scooted away as everyone gasped in surprise. He yanked his magical onion ring off and breathed deeply. He made an expression of fear as he was wrenched up off his feet and pulled out of the room.
He looked up as his captor spoke, "you shouldn't draw all the attention away from me Mr. Villanova."
Frodo gasped to see that it was none other than… the flamingo man. The man pushed and pulled Frodo as they wove through the inn only to find themselves right back where they started. The flamingo man looked around in frustration then shrugged hopelessly, "call me Strider. I've come to help you, you no longer await a wizard Frodo."
Frodo nodded as all the others appeared in the room. They all agreed to stay with Strider. That settled, they dropped off to sleep in quarters Strider finally found.
1 Ch. 2: The Flamingo
After encountering the dreaded nozdrule the four hobbits continued their journey to the village of Bree. It was rainy out that night, when they finally arrived in the small town.
Approaching the gates cautiously they knocked the simple toon to "It's a Small World". The response was an ugly, pimply man opening a small window. "Who goes there?" he boomed.
The hobbits flinched at the noise. Merry then hollered back, "what do you care?!?"
"You could be… a Michigander (music of dread and surprise plays for a few seconds in background)."
They flinched, then confusion crossed their faces, "a what?"
"A Michigander! They're people from the dreaded state of Michigan. Since you don't even know what a Michigander is, I suppose you can come in." He said as his face disappeared and the gates creaked open.
The hobbits rushed through and past the strange man that spoke of… Michiganders. And rushed through the street and past the man who cried wolf, until they reached the inn of the flying squirrel. They rushed in hoping to find their friend, Gandalf, but only found themselves face to face with… a sober man.
They gasped and drew back in fear. Not a sober man! He then spoke in a level voice, "what can I do for you little masters?"
They overcame their surprise and Frodo spoke, "four hobbit beds please under the name…Villanova."
"Alrighty then. Help yourselves to some chow!" he said cheerfully.
They stared after him in disgust, then took off, getting their ale and sitting down. They ate their moldy bread and cheese in silence, until Pippin left to get a full pint of ale. They continued eating in silence until Sam pointed out that a man dressed in bright, florescent pink. They stopped the sober man as he passed and Frodo asked, "who is the man in the corner, wearing the pink outfit?"
The man glanced in that direction, gasped, and turned back towards the three hobbits. "He's one of those flamingo men. Crazy folk they are, wander around pretending to be flamingos. They also wander around the wild defending people and all that other unimportant stuff." After he finished he proceeded on to his destination.
Frodo thought on this for a moment but stopped when he heard his name. He turned to hear Pippin say, "Baggins… sure I know a Baggins. Frodo Baggins—."
Frodo got up and rushed over to attempt to shut Pippin up. As he pulled on Pippin's sleeve, he slipped on someone's shoe and fell backwards. As he fell his magical onion ring slipped from his hand and flew into the air. Everyone stared as it flew up and came down slipping onto Frodo's finger and he disappeared. Frodo scooted away as everyone gasped in surprise. He yanked his magical onion ring off and breathed deeply. He made an expression of fear as he was wrenched up off his feet and pulled out of the room.
He looked up as his captor spoke, "you shouldn't draw all the attention away from me Mr. Villanova."
Frodo gasped to see that it was none other than… the flamingo man. The man pushed and pulled Frodo as they wove through the inn only to find themselves right back where they started. The flamingo man looked around in frustration then shrugged hopelessly, "call me Strider. I've come to help you, you no longer await a wizard Frodo."
Frodo nodded as all the others appeared in the room. They all agreed to stay with Strider. That settled, they dropped off to sleep in quarters Strider finally found.