Ch2.- The Car
DISCLAIMER: Once again, I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT STAR WARS!!!!!!! So don't get mad at me! Thanks! (oh yeah, and I don't own any of the trademarked items in this story)
When Molly had finally been allowed by Fëanor to stop licking her feet, Julia had already packed for the two of them to ride to Gondor, though their mounts were sort of pathetic.
"Remind me again why we're riding on Great Danes?" Molly asked.
"You are right." Julia said. "Screw the Great Danes."
"Finally you have made a good decision, mortal!" Fëanor said.
"Sorry." Said Molly.
A couple of minutes later they found themselves in a Toyota dealership. Molly had started to slap herself (Fëanor had been insulted by her once again) but Julia was paying no attention, as she was deep in thought over which model of Landcruiser to buy.
"Look, lady, it's 3 o'clock in the morning. I wasn't hired here to watch crazy people who think they're from Star Wars stare at a couple of Toyotas!" the salesman whined. He was started to get really angry.
"You will allow me to continue contemplating my choice." Julia said, not even having to turn around.
"I will." said the salesman as he walked away.
"Julia *slap* don't you *slap* think that *slap* LESS TALKING MORE SLAPPING! Yes, my lord."
"How about the late Third age model? Do you like that one?" Julia said, turning to Molly.
"OOHH! GET THE RED ONE GET THE RED ONE!!!!!"
"Well, Fëanor seems to like it."
"Yes! Whatever! *slap* Just *slap* get it! *slap slap*"
"Salesman!" Julia yelled.
"Yes?!" The salesman said testily.
"You will let me have this car for free since I have no money.. You will." She began making weird gestures with her fingers.
"I will." said the salesman in a dazed voice. He then handed her the car keys to the late 3rd age red (yes red) Landcruiser.
"Thanks a million!" Julia said. She dug into her pockets, retrieving a penny, three Twix wrappers, two wads of gum, a couple of used tissues and a bottle cap. She in turn placed these items on the salesman's outstretched hand. "Molly! Get in the car! Time is waning! We ride to Gondor!" Julia cried to her companion.
"Yea! Goodie! I love car rides! A car?!?! Why, back in my days we had to use our own two feet to get where we were going! We didn't have any of these fancy contraptions! Where are the horses! I demand a valiant steed!" Molly/ Fëanor said.
"It has air conditioning, multiple speakers, and a DVD player." Julia explained.
"Oh Oh! Can I get my own cup holder?!?!?!" Molly screamed like a child on Christmas.
"Well, I'm feeling generous today. Sure, why not?"
"HOORAY! LIFE IS GOOD! Cup holders, you say? Perhaps my mind has been changed..."
"Just get in the car." Julia said. Molly eagerly climbed into the passenger's seat.
They were about halfway to Gondor when Molly noticed that all of the cars on the road had been crushed. "Uh, Julia, do you know how to drive?" she asked.
"Let's pretend." Said Julia.
TBC
DISCLAIMER: Once again, I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT STAR WARS!!!!!!! So don't get mad at me! Thanks! (oh yeah, and I don't own any of the trademarked items in this story)
When Molly had finally been allowed by Fëanor to stop licking her feet, Julia had already packed for the two of them to ride to Gondor, though their mounts were sort of pathetic.
"Remind me again why we're riding on Great Danes?" Molly asked.
"You are right." Julia said. "Screw the Great Danes."
"Finally you have made a good decision, mortal!" Fëanor said.
"Sorry." Said Molly.
A couple of minutes later they found themselves in a Toyota dealership. Molly had started to slap herself (Fëanor had been insulted by her once again) but Julia was paying no attention, as she was deep in thought over which model of Landcruiser to buy.
"Look, lady, it's 3 o'clock in the morning. I wasn't hired here to watch crazy people who think they're from Star Wars stare at a couple of Toyotas!" the salesman whined. He was started to get really angry.
"You will allow me to continue contemplating my choice." Julia said, not even having to turn around.
"I will." said the salesman as he walked away.
"Julia *slap* don't you *slap* think that *slap* LESS TALKING MORE SLAPPING! Yes, my lord."
"How about the late Third age model? Do you like that one?" Julia said, turning to Molly.
"OOHH! GET THE RED ONE GET THE RED ONE!!!!!"
"Well, Fëanor seems to like it."
"Yes! Whatever! *slap* Just *slap* get it! *slap slap*"
"Salesman!" Julia yelled.
"Yes?!" The salesman said testily.
"You will let me have this car for free since I have no money.. You will." She began making weird gestures with her fingers.
"I will." said the salesman in a dazed voice. He then handed her the car keys to the late 3rd age red (yes red) Landcruiser.
"Thanks a million!" Julia said. She dug into her pockets, retrieving a penny, three Twix wrappers, two wads of gum, a couple of used tissues and a bottle cap. She in turn placed these items on the salesman's outstretched hand. "Molly! Get in the car! Time is waning! We ride to Gondor!" Julia cried to her companion.
"Yea! Goodie! I love car rides! A car?!?! Why, back in my days we had to use our own two feet to get where we were going! We didn't have any of these fancy contraptions! Where are the horses! I demand a valiant steed!" Molly/ Fëanor said.
"It has air conditioning, multiple speakers, and a DVD player." Julia explained.
"Oh Oh! Can I get my own cup holder?!?!?!" Molly screamed like a child on Christmas.
"Well, I'm feeling generous today. Sure, why not?"
"HOORAY! LIFE IS GOOD! Cup holders, you say? Perhaps my mind has been changed..."
"Just get in the car." Julia said. Molly eagerly climbed into the passenger's seat.
They were about halfway to Gondor when Molly noticed that all of the cars on the road had been crushed. "Uh, Julia, do you know how to drive?" she asked.
"Let's pretend." Said Julia.
TBC