Frodo and Sam walked through the endless alleys of New York for 2 hours before they saw another living thing (excluding rats and pigeons).

"Yes McLain, just remember to file that report and give the invitation to Mr. Crouch! This dinner may be my ticket to a promotion! Yes, and one for you too," babbled a tall man on a cell-phone. He was walking very fast and seemed disgusted to have to walk through an alley. "Every day I ask myself why they make me go through the back door," he muttered to himself.

"Um, sir! Sir!" cried Frodo. The man didn't turn around, so Frodo said 'sir' louder. Finally, he turned around and was quite surprised to see what seemed like two 5-year-olds in travelling cloaks and covered in dirt. More importantly, he was surprised to see what they were doing in down-town New York City.

"You seem to know your way around these parts, so do you mind telling us how to get back to middle-earth?" Frodo asked. The man stared at the hobbits and said, "Come again?"

"We need to get back to the Shire so I can marry the most beautiful hobbit to ever walk Arda," Frodo explained dreamily. Now the man thought he was losing it. He had just heard the words 'Shire' 'hobbit' and 'Arda.' He turned around, ignoring Frodo and Sam and muttered, "I'm going mental! I'm not having coffee for a week."

"Sir, please don't leave!" Frodo called. All this did was make the man walk faster away from them.

"We're doomed!" cried Sam.

"And starving," Frodo added.

"Why don't we go onto the streets for a while Mr. Frodo? We may find something to eat, and they we can come back here," Sam suggested.

"Yeah, okay," Frodo agreed. So they walked through the highly crowded streets of New York looking for some source of food. Soon, they came by a McDonald's restaurant, but of course they had no idea what it was.

"Mmmm, that smells good," muttered Sam.

"Yeah, do you think it's coming from that place?" asked Frodo.

"Let's find out!" answered Sam as they started walking towards the McDonald's.

"McDonald's… I wonder what that is?" Frodo thought aloud as he read the sign.

"Well, there's food in there so let's go in," replied Sam.

They walked into the packed restaurant and Sam actually started drooling at the smell of fries and burgers.

"Mmmm, smells like some sort of fried 'taters," observed Sam.

"Hmm?" Frodo said; he had been dreaming about food and didn't catch a word of what Sam had said.

"PO-TAY-TOES," spelled out Sam.

"I know what potatoes are Sam," Frodo spoke.

"Oh, sorry Mr. Frodo," Sam blushed.

An awkward silence fell between them and they got in line. When they got to the front, Frodo didn't know what to get so he ordered one of everything! The cashier handed them a box each full of food, and they tried to walk off without paying. She had bright red hair and blue eyes, but surprisingly not out of place in the Big Apple.

"Hey, s'cuse me sir, but y'gotta pay!" called the cashier.

"Pay? We don't have any money!" cried Frodo.

"Sorry sir, but y'gotta pay. It's the law," argued the cashier.

"I don't have any gold on me, so if you could be so kind as to just let us leave-" Frodo started.

"Leave!? Yer bill's over 200 bucks! Are ya crazy?" the cashier laughed.

"Mr. Frodo?" Sam asked.

"Yes Sam, we run," answered Frodo.

They took off at once, knocking over some people and stuffing as much fries in their mouth's as they can.

"Hey! Stop 'em! They're stealin' food!" yelled the cashier.

Many people tried to stop Frodo and Sam, but they were too small and quick. It was a matter of minutes before the police started chasing them too. They ran through many allies and when they felt as though they could run no longer, they turned a sharp corner and jumped into a dumpster. Frodo threw a rock down the alley way so the police would think they're up ahead.

"They went that way!" shouted a police officer as they ran right past the dumpster. Frodo and Sam sighed in relief and started feasting themselves to their stolen goods. Soon, they fell asleep on top of the garbage, but with their stomachs full for a change.

*Sigh dramatically* It's a good thing they're okay! Who knew that a garbage dumpster could save your life?