We (the awesome and powerful Spork ladies) own nothing *grumble grumble*
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Frodo and Sam quickly got Pippin and Merry, who were conveniently nearby.
"Quickly! To the Batmobile!" Frodo cried. Pippin and Merry reluctantly followed as Sam explained the story behind the One Spork, how Frodo got possession of it, and how they now had to get it to Rivendell.
"But why all the fuss? It's just a spork, even if it was made by the Dark Lord." Pippin said.
Sam smacked him upside the head. "Do you really wanna listen to Frodo say these annoying phrases forever?"
They all looked at Frodo who was walking and mumbling under his breath. "There are two kinds of toilet paper in this bathroom. I, and I alone, get the fluffy kind!" Frodo pointed a finger at Sam and kept walking.
Sam, Pippin and Merry were able to refrain from killing Frodo all the way to Bree, and even though Gandalf did not tell them to go there and neither did some other little guy named Tom, they decided to visit. They made a stop at an inn called "The Prancing Pony." They made their way into the common room and sat down, but they did not notice a dark and mysterious guy watching them from the corner.
"If you ever reach total enlightenment while drinking beer, I bet you could shoot beer out of you nose." Frodo said thoughtfully
With that said, Pippin went over to get blissfully drunk, and in his drunkeness he started saying things he shouldn't, like, oh, the multiple colors of his underpants. At one point, he hopped on a stool, ready to prove his point.
"Maybe you should stop your friend." The dark mysterious guy said as he walked past Frodo. Frodo did some quick thinking and jumped up on the table.
"Who wants to hear a story?" He yelled. Everyone cheered, and Frodo began to tell his story.
"Once upon a time, there were three little girls who went the Police Academy, and they were each assigned very hazardous duties. But I took them away from all that, and now they work for me. My name is Charlie." Frodo said.
No one quite knew what to say, but the dark, mysterious guy came back over and grabbed Frodo. He pulled him into a nearby room, followed closely by Sam, Pippin and Merry.
"My name is Strider. I am a friend of Gandalf's, and I can help you. I know the evils of what you possess. I'm a Ranger, and I know my way to Rivendell," Strider said, standing tall.
"Wow, that's some convenient information," Pippin stated.
"Look at you, you ain't no gangster! You're all Mr. 2% Milk, Mr. Khaki Pants, Mr. Touched By An Angel. Get out my face!" Frodo stated as he crossed his arms over his chest. Strider looked at Pippin. Pippin looked at Merry. Merry looked at Sam. Sam looked at Frodo and shrugged his shoulders.
"You'll get used to it." Sam assured Strider.
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Frodo and Sam quickly got Pippin and Merry, who were conveniently nearby.
"Quickly! To the Batmobile!" Frodo cried. Pippin and Merry reluctantly followed as Sam explained the story behind the One Spork, how Frodo got possession of it, and how they now had to get it to Rivendell.
"But why all the fuss? It's just a spork, even if it was made by the Dark Lord." Pippin said.
Sam smacked him upside the head. "Do you really wanna listen to Frodo say these annoying phrases forever?"
They all looked at Frodo who was walking and mumbling under his breath. "There are two kinds of toilet paper in this bathroom. I, and I alone, get the fluffy kind!" Frodo pointed a finger at Sam and kept walking.
Sam, Pippin and Merry were able to refrain from killing Frodo all the way to Bree, and even though Gandalf did not tell them to go there and neither did some other little guy named Tom, they decided to visit. They made a stop at an inn called "The Prancing Pony." They made their way into the common room and sat down, but they did not notice a dark and mysterious guy watching them from the corner.
"If you ever reach total enlightenment while drinking beer, I bet you could shoot beer out of you nose." Frodo said thoughtfully
With that said, Pippin went over to get blissfully drunk, and in his drunkeness he started saying things he shouldn't, like, oh, the multiple colors of his underpants. At one point, he hopped on a stool, ready to prove his point.
"Maybe you should stop your friend." The dark mysterious guy said as he walked past Frodo. Frodo did some quick thinking and jumped up on the table.
"Who wants to hear a story?" He yelled. Everyone cheered, and Frodo began to tell his story.
"Once upon a time, there were three little girls who went the Police Academy, and they were each assigned very hazardous duties. But I took them away from all that, and now they work for me. My name is Charlie." Frodo said.
No one quite knew what to say, but the dark, mysterious guy came back over and grabbed Frodo. He pulled him into a nearby room, followed closely by Sam, Pippin and Merry.
"My name is Strider. I am a friend of Gandalf's, and I can help you. I know the evils of what you possess. I'm a Ranger, and I know my way to Rivendell," Strider said, standing tall.
"Wow, that's some convenient information," Pippin stated.
"Look at you, you ain't no gangster! You're all Mr. 2% Milk, Mr. Khaki Pants, Mr. Touched By An Angel. Get out my face!" Frodo stated as he crossed his arms over his chest. Strider looked at Pippin. Pippin looked at Merry. Merry looked at Sam. Sam looked at Frodo and shrugged his shoulders.
"You'll get used to it." Sam assured Strider.