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Please R+R this chappie! My God, its nearly finished! CANNOT WAIT TO PUT UP NEXT CHAPTER!!!!
Chapter 20 - Goldfish bowls, pedalos and doing the Macarena
Later that night, Clodo went back to see Naladriel with Jam. She went through the back door to her office.
"Utilize the pod - oh, it is you, Clodo," said Naladriel, "What do you require?"
"Advice," she said, "Tiramisu looks at me really strangely - I fear that she is constipated."
"Oh," said Naladriel, "Allay your fears, young fobbit. All she wishes to do is slay you and claim the Thing of Power as her own to defend Fondue from the onslaught of Bordor."
"Oh, good," said Clodo, "Hey, wait a minute!"
"Do you wish to gaze into my goldfish bowl?" asked Naladriel.
"Okey doke," said Clodo, "What'll I see?"
Jam rolled her eyes. "Clodo, its a GOLDFISH BOWL. Ergo, you will see a GOLDFISH."
"Oh yeah," said Clodo, "I've been on this quest way too long."
"Nay, young fobbit," said Naladriel, "Thou won't only see Bubbles."
"Bubbles?"
"My goldfish."
"Oh. What else will we see?"
"...Stuff."
"What sorta stuff?" asked Clodo.
"It is likely thou shalt behold something about the Mire - I can see you meditate on that."
"Oh." Clodo looked in. The goldfish looked up and blinked at Clodo. Suddenly the bowl became cloudy, and she saw in the fog the Mire bursting with life. Fobbits were dancing in the streets. It even seemed that it wasn't as boggy as usual.
"This is what'll happen?" asked Clodo with wonder.
"What am I, a mindreader?" asked Naladriel irritably.
"Yes," said Jam.
"It was a rhetorical question, Jam," said Naladriel, "Your turn to view the contents."
Jam looked in and saw herself becoming famous and rich. She cheered.
"Noooo...the mirror is a liar! The Mire will be destroyed!" shrieked Clodo, and she ran out the door.
"That's nice," grumbled Jam.
"Do not worry Jam," said Naladriel kindly, "All that is shown in the mirror can become true."
"Goodie," said Jam.
* * * * *
The next day they set off from Lothloreal on pedalos. Before they left, Naladriel handed them gifts. She gave them all camouflage jackets ("They are fashionable right now.") She also gave them all a packet of Pringles ("Once thou pops, one cannot stop.") She then handed Clodo a Glow-in-the- Dark star. "You can never have too many glow-in-the-dark stars," she said, and waved them from the shore.
"Nice lady," said Jam.
"Yeah..." sighed Waddler.
"Oh Waddler, do you, like, like her as well as Amwen?" asked Tiramisu.
"NO WAY!" said Waddler, "She's Amwen's grandmother!"
"Oh," said everyone, "Ewwwww."
"Cool," said Alippin. They continued down the river. Clodo felt very exposed. It seemed every telescope pointed at her, arrow aimed at her head, and patrolling army of urks were servants of Moron. Maybe she was being paranoid.
They travelled for many days down the river. Clodo noticed that Tiramisu was staring at her more and more often, but according to Jam she didn't have anything caught in her teeth. Also, there were many logs in the river, which they had to steer around. Clodo noticed one that was bright yellow, and had arms, legs, a head, and smelt of Chinese food. Maybe it was a relation of the rubber plant in Free.
One morning, they rounded a corner and saw two large statues ahead.
"Tis Izzybore and his father," said Waddler proudly, "Doing their favourite dance."
"They're doing the Macarena," pointed out Giblet.
"Your point being?"
"Nothing," he smirked.
"Don't mock people's culture, pea brain, just because yours have none," said Legless.
"Head + Shoulders worshipper."
"Heathen."
"Nancy boy."
"Concealer."
"Blusher."
"Shut up," said Waddler.
"OK," said Legless and Giblet.
Please R+R this chappie! My God, its nearly finished! CANNOT WAIT TO PUT UP NEXT CHAPTER!!!!
Chapter 20 - Goldfish bowls, pedalos and doing the Macarena
Later that night, Clodo went back to see Naladriel with Jam. She went through the back door to her office.
"Utilize the pod - oh, it is you, Clodo," said Naladriel, "What do you require?"
"Advice," she said, "Tiramisu looks at me really strangely - I fear that she is constipated."
"Oh," said Naladriel, "Allay your fears, young fobbit. All she wishes to do is slay you and claim the Thing of Power as her own to defend Fondue from the onslaught of Bordor."
"Oh, good," said Clodo, "Hey, wait a minute!"
"Do you wish to gaze into my goldfish bowl?" asked Naladriel.
"Okey doke," said Clodo, "What'll I see?"
Jam rolled her eyes. "Clodo, its a GOLDFISH BOWL. Ergo, you will see a GOLDFISH."
"Oh yeah," said Clodo, "I've been on this quest way too long."
"Nay, young fobbit," said Naladriel, "Thou won't only see Bubbles."
"Bubbles?"
"My goldfish."
"Oh. What else will we see?"
"...Stuff."
"What sorta stuff?" asked Clodo.
"It is likely thou shalt behold something about the Mire - I can see you meditate on that."
"Oh." Clodo looked in. The goldfish looked up and blinked at Clodo. Suddenly the bowl became cloudy, and she saw in the fog the Mire bursting with life. Fobbits were dancing in the streets. It even seemed that it wasn't as boggy as usual.
"This is what'll happen?" asked Clodo with wonder.
"What am I, a mindreader?" asked Naladriel irritably.
"Yes," said Jam.
"It was a rhetorical question, Jam," said Naladriel, "Your turn to view the contents."
Jam looked in and saw herself becoming famous and rich. She cheered.
"Noooo...the mirror is a liar! The Mire will be destroyed!" shrieked Clodo, and she ran out the door.
"That's nice," grumbled Jam.
"Do not worry Jam," said Naladriel kindly, "All that is shown in the mirror can become true."
"Goodie," said Jam.
* * * * *
The next day they set off from Lothloreal on pedalos. Before they left, Naladriel handed them gifts. She gave them all camouflage jackets ("They are fashionable right now.") She also gave them all a packet of Pringles ("Once thou pops, one cannot stop.") She then handed Clodo a Glow-in-the- Dark star. "You can never have too many glow-in-the-dark stars," she said, and waved them from the shore.
"Nice lady," said Jam.
"Yeah..." sighed Waddler.
"Oh Waddler, do you, like, like her as well as Amwen?" asked Tiramisu.
"NO WAY!" said Waddler, "She's Amwen's grandmother!"
"Oh," said everyone, "Ewwwww."
"Cool," said Alippin. They continued down the river. Clodo felt very exposed. It seemed every telescope pointed at her, arrow aimed at her head, and patrolling army of urks were servants of Moron. Maybe she was being paranoid.
They travelled for many days down the river. Clodo noticed that Tiramisu was staring at her more and more often, but according to Jam she didn't have anything caught in her teeth. Also, there were many logs in the river, which they had to steer around. Clodo noticed one that was bright yellow, and had arms, legs, a head, and smelt of Chinese food. Maybe it was a relation of the rubber plant in Free.
One morning, they rounded a corner and saw two large statues ahead.
"Tis Izzybore and his father," said Waddler proudly, "Doing their favourite dance."
"They're doing the Macarena," pointed out Giblet.
"Your point being?"
"Nothing," he smirked.
"Don't mock people's culture, pea brain, just because yours have none," said Legless.
"Head + Shoulders worshipper."
"Heathen."
"Nancy boy."
"Concealer."
"Blusher."
"Shut up," said Waddler.
"OK," said Legless and Giblet.