Leaving Norway, Frodo entered the China Pavilion. He looked around, stunned by all the ornate and oriental buildings with their beautiful bright colors. There were so many places to eat, but there was also a blue building that he wanted to explore first. He made his way under the arch, finding his way inside the building and discovering an art museum.
"Whoa! This seems cool!" Frodo said, entering the art museum.
He hadn't expected this much art. The culture was intriguing, as it was for other cultures around the World Showcase area. There were even exhibits for the Shanghai Disney resort. That sparked his interest.
He stared stunned by the clothing, wondering if he would ever wear robes. It was a thought. Still, he wanted to get away from the art museum after a while. His journey led him back to the waiting area. He sat down, enjoying the cool atmosphere the room gave him, as well as the art paintings hanging on the walls.
To his surprise, a red dragon entered the waiting area, standing on the stage and banging his gong for all to hear.
"All right, all right now! Cricket, where did you go?" the red dragon faced the audience, telling them promptly, "Good morning everybody! My name is Mushu. My cricket is around here somewhere. What's that?" The blue cricket whispered in his ear. "This isn't our show! Then whose show is it?" The cricket whispered further into his ear. "Don't give me that mouth, Cricket! I'm a professional!" Mushu smiled, realizing with a slump that his time was up. "All right, all right, they can watch the movie." He turned to the audience, zipping off in seconds. "I hope you enjoy the show!" He was gone in the blink of an eye.
Frodo stared at the doors as they opened up. He followed the crowd into a round room, depicting a film about the Chinese history and culture. It was an interesting video. Of course, as soon as he walked out of the theater and into the shopping area, he spotted Mushu attacking the cricket again.
"Come here, you!" Mushu declared, ferociously. "I'll get you this time for ruining my show."
"I thought it was pretty great!" Frodo said, joining the dragon and his cricket.
"Oh, why thank you, Frodo," Mushu said, catching the cricket this time.
"So, everybody knows my name here as well?" Frodo asked, shyly.
"Yeah, everybody does. Word travels fast around here! Famous Ring-bearer, you are!" Mushu said, declaring forthwith.
"Hey, I'm not a Ring-bearer. I don't have a ring on me." Frodo said, realizing Bilbo's ring was at home in Bag End. Well, at least he wouldn't bother with it now, would he?
"Eh, you have to give yourself some credit. You're known to us!" Mushu said, chasing after the cricket. "Enjoy your stay here at Epcot!"
"Thanks, Mushu," Frodo said, heading down the Chinese marketplace and back out to the main path, where he hoped he wouldn't run into any more trouble.
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As soon as he arrived in the Germany Pavilion, Frodo noticed the change in the scenery. It was nice, in which he found himself staring at all the unique buildings, which reminded him of Bree-land's buildings. He could be wrong, but he distinctly saw Bree-town with these buildings. The fountain was cool with its own soldier on top of the fountain riding a horse and brandishing his sword.
There wasn't too much he could do around the Germany Pavilion, but he did like that he could eat at the quick service restaurant, where he grabbed a snack. However, he was thirsty for something other than pop or soda. Mmm. They had beer! Oh look! There were some friendly dwarves chatting and drinking hearty mugs of beer.
"Ohhh! This beer is yummy! Give me another beer!" an auburn-haired dwarf said, relaxing with a couple of dwarves.
"You've already had two beers, Gimli! No more!" the waiter said, annoyed.
"Oh, come on! Just one more beer!" Gimli shouted, hoping he wouldn't wait too long for another mug of beer.
"No!" the waiter declared, fed up with him.
"Oh, come on! Just one more!" Gimli cried out.
Frodo chuckled sheepishly. Then again, he might grab some beer someplace else. Luckily, he found somewhere that had some beer. He grabbed a cup of beer and drank it down. Ahh! One cup of beer set his spirits right, as he reached the train sets. They looked cute! Okay, he downed his beer and threw the cup away, determined to get to the next location before he drank himself silly.
He preferred ale, but he also loved beer! Why couldn't he ask for more? Okay, he needed to leave the Germany Pavilion, now, before he grabbed another beer.