Voldie Goes to Mordor
By: The Uruk-hai Hotties
Okay, dudes. We have 28 pages written already. I can't wait until we go to Florida. We'll finish the notebook! Because I didn't say anything in the last few chapters I should probably disclaim right here. I disclaim all rights to everything. Happy? Good. I must say this is one of the most random chapters since Random Pencil showed up. Well, at least Paw Greenleaf's part is.
Part 8
By: Paw Greenleaf, Paw, and Brekke (aka Mister Frodo)
Samwise: AHHHH! There's a huge meteor that's coming right towards us!
Voldemort: We're all going to die!
Prof. McGonagall: Oh, dear.
Rita Skeeter: What are your thoughts on this, Samwise?
Samwise: Get outta my face!
Hermione: If only there was a bit of wood!
Ron: Are you a witch or not?
Oliver Wood: You called, Herm-own-ninny?
Harry: Everybody shut up! I'll make it go away if you're all too scared! *Harry does the Banishing Charm*
Christopher Lowell: Oh, Harry! You're tho my hero!
Random Pencil: Oh, no he's not! He is tho mine!
Harry: You're a pencil for god's sake!
Moaning Myrtle: You're making fun of me again!
Harry: No I'm not!
M. M.: Then why are you calling me a pencil?!
Harry: Oh no, I was talking to Random Pencil here -
M. M: I'm so sick of all you! You're always making fun of me! I'm leaving!
Ron: Fifty points if you can get it through her left earlobe! *throws and misses*
Harry: You suck!
Ron: Thanks.
Gilderoy Lockhart: Did someone say sword?
Harry: NO.
Ron: Lockhart! *fake cough*
G.L.: Oh my god, what is THAT?
Sam: That's a Mr. Frodo. MY Mr. Frodo. So hands off!
G. L.: Let's all go watch a nice game of rugby, shall we?
Merry: All right!
Pippin: Yeah, let's go!
Gandalf: Wait, what's rugby?
Pippin: Well, it doesn't come in pints, I can tell ya that much.
Sirius Black: I wanna be in the story!
Gandalf: Ooh, what a nice doggy!
Sirius: *changes back into a person* Quit petting me you freak!
Aragorn: Get your mind out of the gutter, Gandalf!
Legolas: You sly old fox!
Gandalf: Actually, I'm a Valar -
Hagrid: And a thumpin' good 'un once yeh've been trained up a bit. Oh, and Harry, by the way you're a -
Harry: Damn it, Hagrid, I know I'm a wizard!
Hagrid: And a thumpin' good 'un, once yeh've been -
Harry: Grrr! Knock it off already!
Gilderoy Lockhart: Who wants to go out for ice cream?
Merry: How 'bout we all go down to yonder Prancing Pony!
Pippin: Stop talking like a country hick, Merry. Paw Greenleaf doesn't like it.
Paw Greenleaf: You got that right Pippin!
Bill: *thinks* Should I attack tonight... No, 'tis too soon, wait for apples during supper. (a/n read Diary of Bill the Pony by I don't remember who)
Frodo: Well, here we are at the Prancing Pony.
Mrs. Butterbur: Hello my darlings. Mr. Butterbur is sick today and I was the only one to help with the bar. What can I do for you?
Pippin: I'll take a pint.
Mrs. B: Oh, no, little one. You are much too young. I mean unless you have some identification.
Frodo: Identi-what? I'm probably older than you!
Mrs. B.: You, young man, need a time out!
Sam: Dang!
Mrs. B.: And you wash that mouth out with soap.
Merry: But-
Mrs. B.: I'm afraid I am gonna gave to make you leave unless you can show me some identification.
Pippin: I WANT MY PINT!
Mrs. B.: Security! I am so calling your parents.
Security Guard: *picks all 4 hobbits up and throws them out*
Pippin: Well, I never! *jumps up and scurries through a window, the other hobbits join him*
Gandalf: Hey, what're we playin' dudes?
Samwise: The old bag won't give us our pints!
Gandalf: I have an idea! *Gandalf waves his staff and suddenly Legolas and Aragorn appear, Legolas is in Aragorn's arms*
Legolas and Aragorn: Oh, SHIT~~ (a/n Don't know what those tildes are for, Mr. Frodo's the one that wrote them)
*suddenly all the women in the village run and stampede them*
Aragorn: Arwen is gonna kill me!
Legolas: I'm a Barbie elf, no you can't tress me up! AHH!
The four hobbits: Thank you Gandalf! *wave their pints at him*
Legolas and Aragorn: Hey, we did all the *poof, they disappear, all the women in the town look around in a daze*
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By: The Uruk-hai Hotties
Okay, dudes. We have 28 pages written already. I can't wait until we go to Florida. We'll finish the notebook! Because I didn't say anything in the last few chapters I should probably disclaim right here. I disclaim all rights to everything. Happy? Good. I must say this is one of the most random chapters since Random Pencil showed up. Well, at least Paw Greenleaf's part is.
Part 8
By: Paw Greenleaf, Paw, and Brekke (aka Mister Frodo)
Samwise: AHHHH! There's a huge meteor that's coming right towards us!
Voldemort: We're all going to die!
Prof. McGonagall: Oh, dear.
Rita Skeeter: What are your thoughts on this, Samwise?
Samwise: Get outta my face!
Hermione: If only there was a bit of wood!
Ron: Are you a witch or not?
Oliver Wood: You called, Herm-own-ninny?
Harry: Everybody shut up! I'll make it go away if you're all too scared! *Harry does the Banishing Charm*
Christopher Lowell: Oh, Harry! You're tho my hero!
Random Pencil: Oh, no he's not! He is tho mine!
Harry: You're a pencil for god's sake!
Moaning Myrtle: You're making fun of me again!
Harry: No I'm not!
M. M.: Then why are you calling me a pencil?!
Harry: Oh no, I was talking to Random Pencil here -
M. M: I'm so sick of all you! You're always making fun of me! I'm leaving!
Ron: Fifty points if you can get it through her left earlobe! *throws and misses*
Harry: You suck!
Ron: Thanks.
Gilderoy Lockhart: Did someone say sword?
Harry: NO.
Ron: Lockhart! *fake cough*
G.L.: Oh my god, what is THAT?
Sam: That's a Mr. Frodo. MY Mr. Frodo. So hands off!
G. L.: Let's all go watch a nice game of rugby, shall we?
Merry: All right!
Pippin: Yeah, let's go!
Gandalf: Wait, what's rugby?
Pippin: Well, it doesn't come in pints, I can tell ya that much.
Sirius Black: I wanna be in the story!
Gandalf: Ooh, what a nice doggy!
Sirius: *changes back into a person* Quit petting me you freak!
Aragorn: Get your mind out of the gutter, Gandalf!
Legolas: You sly old fox!
Gandalf: Actually, I'm a Valar -
Hagrid: And a thumpin' good 'un once yeh've been trained up a bit. Oh, and Harry, by the way you're a -
Harry: Damn it, Hagrid, I know I'm a wizard!
Hagrid: And a thumpin' good 'un, once yeh've been -
Harry: Grrr! Knock it off already!
Gilderoy Lockhart: Who wants to go out for ice cream?
Merry: How 'bout we all go down to yonder Prancing Pony!
Pippin: Stop talking like a country hick, Merry. Paw Greenleaf doesn't like it.
Paw Greenleaf: You got that right Pippin!
Bill: *thinks* Should I attack tonight... No, 'tis too soon, wait for apples during supper. (a/n read Diary of Bill the Pony by I don't remember who)
Frodo: Well, here we are at the Prancing Pony.
Mrs. Butterbur: Hello my darlings. Mr. Butterbur is sick today and I was the only one to help with the bar. What can I do for you?
Pippin: I'll take a pint.
Mrs. B: Oh, no, little one. You are much too young. I mean unless you have some identification.
Frodo: Identi-what? I'm probably older than you!
Mrs. B.: You, young man, need a time out!
Sam: Dang!
Mrs. B.: And you wash that mouth out with soap.
Merry: But-
Mrs. B.: I'm afraid I am gonna gave to make you leave unless you can show me some identification.
Pippin: I WANT MY PINT!
Mrs. B.: Security! I am so calling your parents.
Security Guard: *picks all 4 hobbits up and throws them out*
Pippin: Well, I never! *jumps up and scurries through a window, the other hobbits join him*
Gandalf: Hey, what're we playin' dudes?
Samwise: The old bag won't give us our pints!
Gandalf: I have an idea! *Gandalf waves his staff and suddenly Legolas and Aragorn appear, Legolas is in Aragorn's arms*
Legolas and Aragorn: Oh, SHIT~~ (a/n Don't know what those tildes are for, Mr. Frodo's the one that wrote them)
*suddenly all the women in the village run and stampede them*
Aragorn: Arwen is gonna kill me!
Legolas: I'm a Barbie elf, no you can't tress me up! AHH!
The four hobbits: Thank you Gandalf! *wave their pints at him*
Legolas and Aragorn: Hey, we did all the *poof, they disappear, all the women in the town look around in a daze*
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