Pippin the Ringbearer

Hello! This is TheMushroomComander, but you might know me as Frodo. You might be wondering why I am typing this, so I'll tell you: I have captured Snaitf and forced her to let me write a chapter! (Thunder is heard in background.)
Snaitf: HELP MEEEEEEE! Hehe, not really. In truth, she pinned me to the ground and forced me to let her write the New Year's Eve chapter.
TMC: WHY DON'T YOU JUST GO AND RUIN THE SURPRISE, WHY DON'T YOU!
Snaitf: Anger is a path to the Dark Side, Fro-Fro.
TMC: You will pay…just remember, I'm writing the chapter, so I can kill off anyone I like! (Thunder heard in background.)
Snaitf: Fine. I'll be a good little hostage. Just don't kill anyone, or I'll have to change the rating… again…
TMC: Well, in that case, here's Snaitf with the reviews…

Review Responses for Chapter 27

Cha, I'll have to do these on the next chapter guys. It's kinda 12:15 on a school night, so... yeah.

Chapter 28: Frodo's New Year's Eve Bash Frodo was still mad at Helga for saying that Raoul had greasy hair.

"For the last time Frodo," Helga said in a bored voice "I'm sorry, but how did you know that I said that Raoul has a mop for hair?" "One of my Mushrooms was in there spying for me! Now, you shall pay!" Helga rolled her eyes, and went to Snaitf. "Why did you let her write a chapter?"

"Because," Snaitf replied simply, "she asked!"

"Hey guys, maybe we should start getting ready for the New Year's Eve Bash." Moosey said.

"Yeah, and me and Snaitf can bring the Sparkling grape juice that we were banned from bringing!" Frodo shouted. All of a sudden, 5 bottles of non-alcoholic Champagne appeared out of nowhere.

"BUB!" Snaitf screamed, diving for the champagne.

"…"

"Yeah, that's what my brother calls it." Snaitf went on to explain "that's what my brother calls that non-alcoholic Champagne stuff." Snaitf went for the Champagne again.

"Hold it," Aragorn replied "Don't we wait for 12:00?"

"Yeah, what's your point?"

"YOU'RE DRINKING ALL OF IT!" As Snaitf and Aragorn were bickering, and everyone else was putting things up for the New Year's Bash, Frodo went into a corner to sulk.

"I wish Will Travis was here, he's the coolest guy EVER! Helga has 2 guys fighting over her, Snaitf has Obi-Wan, and Moosey can get anyone she wants. But I don't got anybody." A tear fell from Frodo's eyes. All of a sudden, this hot dude, with this old timey out fit popped out of no where. "Did someone call for me?" This dude named Will Travis asked "WILLY" Frodo screeched "YAY! I've been waiting and waiting for you! I'm so happy you came! How cha get here?" Before he could answer, "no time for that now, I have to show you to Helga and show her you don't have greasy hair!"

Frodo pulled Will over to Helga. "Look, he doesn't have greasy hair!" IN YOUR FACE!"

"But that's Travis, Raoul has greasy hair." "NO HE DOESN'T! RAOUL HAS PRETTY HAIR!"

Snaitf heard what was going on. She came over and saw Travis with all his glory. "Hey, is that Travis?"

"Yeah, isn't he the coolest?"

"He's ok, but he's not as cool as Obi-Wan."

"Take that back!" Frodo pulled out a sword.

"NEVER!" Snaitf pulled out a life saber. So the two of them were doing that one Anakin/ Obi scene with all the lava and stuff. (A/n from Snaitf: That's MUSTAFAR, you insane not-obsessed-with-Star-Wars person!) All of the Fellowship watched the fighting. "I'll go get the popcorn!" Pippin said cheerfully.

"YOU WERE THE CHOSEN ONE!" Snaitf started to shout "IT WAS SAID THAT YOU WOULD DEFEAT THE SITH, NOT JOIN THEM! THAT YOU WOULD BRING BALANCE TO THE FORCE, NOT LEAVE IT IN DARKNESS!"

"I was?"

"…no…" out of nowhere, Travis started to cry.

"This is so beautiful; I've never had a fangirl before. I'm so happy that not everybody thinks I'm a two-bit dandy."

"Where've you come from? The Alamo with Santa Anna chasing you?" Legolas said in a bored tone.

"…yes!"

"There, there Will, I don't think you're a dandy like Bowie called you, he's just jealous of you!" Frodo comforted Travis

"You really think so?"

"I know so." Frodo turned to Snaitf "can we keep him, PLEEEEAAASSEEEE?"

"(Sigh) Ok, but that's it. I don't want you trying to bring the whole Alamo here."

"But we need some decent fighters (Aragorn and Legolas and Obi gave her the death eye) can I at least bring my bobble head David Crockett?"

"(Sigh) Yes."

"So Travis can stay in the rest of the story, forever, and ever."

"YES, NOW WILL YOU QUIT BUGGING ME, AND HELP SET UP!"

For the rest of the night, Frodo was the happiest person there. She took orders from people, and didn't complain, but she did shake up the Champagne when no one was looking. But not everyone was in such good spirits as Frodo.

"I'm bored." Pippin complained "when are we gonna do something?"

"I know," Frodo shouted "let's play 'I never'! It's this game where you have a circle of chairs and one person's in the middle. The person in the middle says something they've never done before, and if you've done it, you stand up. They last person without a chair has to say I never!"

"That's not howI play it!" Snaitf said.

"Well, how does your way go?"

"Uhhhhhh, actually, we'd better not. It involves alcohol..."

"Gasp! Snaitf, you're not 21!"

"I've only played it once!"

"SNAITF!"

"Okay! Since Frodo suggested it, she can start." Said Moosey

"Ok, I never learned how to play the trombone." Frodo was the only person to stand up.

"I've never learned how to use a sword." Aragorn and Travis stood up. Travis found a seat before Aragorn, so it was Aragorn's turn.

"I have never worn women's underwear." Helga, Moosey, Snaitf, Frodo, and…Legolas stood up.

"What? Y'all are looking at me like there's something wrong with me wearing women's underwear." No one said a word, just stared at him. It was Moosey's turn to go.

"I've never tried to hit someone over the head with a frying pan." Sam stood up.

"I've never stolen from Farmer Maggot." Merry and Pippin stood up. (Mr. Frodo isn't in this story)

"I've never missed a second breakfast!" Piped up Pippin. Sam, Snaitf, Helga, Moosey and Frodo all stood up. Helga's turn.

"I've never liked Clay Aikin." No one stood up. "Really? I thought that Legolas would like him."

"Who's Clay Aikin?" Legolas asked.

"Just stand up, he's so your type of music." And so this went on for a while. Until, it was 11:59.

"ONE MORE MINUTE UNTIL NEW YEAR'S DAY!" Snaitf yelled.

"Where's the Champagne?" Aragorn was asking.

"I'll get it!" Frodo said with an evil grin. Frodo handed the bottle of sparkling grape juice to Aragorn.

"FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE, HAPPY NEW YEAR'S! SPHHHHHHHHHHH" The Champagne exploded in Aragorn's face.

"PIPPIN!" But for the first time ever, it wasn't Pippin who did it. "Pippin, why did you shake up the Champagne?"

"I didn't."

"You expect me to believe that?"

"…yes…"

"Well, I don't."

"Aragorn," Frodo interrupted "I did it."

"GASP! You did not!"

"Yip!"

"How could you?"

"Quite easily, thank you. Now, what's everyone's New Year's Revolution?"

"You mean Resolution?"

"That's the one, what's everyone's New Year's Resolution?"

"TO MARRY OBI-WAN!" Snaitf Shouted.

"I WANT TO MARRY TOM!" Helga shouted

"TO MARRY—"

"NO ONE'S GONNA MARRY ANYBODY!"

"Hey Frodo, what's your New Year's Resolution?"

"To beat up Potato boy."

"DON'T BEAT UP THE BOY OF POTATOES! HE WILL BRING US GOOD LUCK! IF YOU BEAT HIM UP, THERE WILL BE NO MORE POTATOES FOR US TO EAT, FOR HE IS THE PRINCE OF POTATOES!" Sam started to hyperventilate.

"Obviously, we know two different Potato boys."

"Does he have blonde hair, and glasses, and plays the trombone?"

"…ok, so maybe we do know the same Potato Boy. Still, I just want to beat him at the trombone. Pippin, what's yours?"

"To not get hit in the head with apples."

"Good one!"

Then, out of nowhere, Snaitf attacked Frodo.

"Stop holding me hostage! I want to write my story!"

"Alright, fine. You can finish the rest of this chapter, just quit choking me!"

"YIPPEE! Now! What shall we do!"

"Moosey, I'm scared..." Helga announced as Snaitf began to laugh evilly.

"Oh wait... yep... I've run out of Dr. Pepper." Snaitf announced glumly.

"Phew! Who could imagine whatchaos would've insued if she had her Dr. Pepper to fuel her!" Moosey said.

"That was rather long-winded and pointless, Moosey."

"Yes, indeed."

"InDEEEEED!" Snaitf and Moosey burst out laughing.

"That STILL hasn't gotten old!" Snaitf laughed.

Snaitf: Well, at least I got my ending. Okay, for some reason I can't figure out, I can't get one line to center without the entire thing centering! GRRNESS!
TMC: So there will end our New Year's Eve Bash. Sorta a lame ending, but oh well. And I also want y'all to know that I was sick when I TRIED to write it, so that might be why it is so weird, and probably not funny.
Snaitf: It was awesome, and thanks as always (Well, not as always cause this is the first chapter you've written) for being awesome... :)