Author: Starr (for now. Tex will help me later.)
Rating: PG
Summary: Peter Jackson loves coffee, and because he is too lazy to make it, he finds a coffee boy named Jimmy. But what happens when Jimmy mysteriously disappears during the filming of Lord of the Rings? How will Peter get his coffee?
Disclaimer: Oh come on, people! I don't own anything to do with Lord of the Rings, Peter, or anyone else. I only own Jimmy. The characters from Lord of the Rings belong to Mr. Tolkien (mayherestinpeace), and I doubt that there will be much of them in this, except for references of course. It's mostly just the movie people.
Oh, and please review this. Thanks.
Jimmy: The Coffee Boy
Ch. 2: Life after the Outlet
Where we last left Peter, he was in the Coffee Boys and Other Various Henchmen Outlet, just down the street from his studio. His driver had gone insane from lack of tip (very dangerous disease in chauffeurs, especially foreign ones) and smashed the car to pieces, and then stole Peter's favourite coffee mug which was conveniently left in the car. Which was really too bad, because it was a nice coffee mug. Anyway, Peter had just bought his first coffee boy, and went up to the podium to get him.
"Congratulations, sir! Here is your new coffee boy."
Peter kneeled in front of him, and asked him his name.
"My name's Jimmy." He answered with a slight lisp (you know, the lisp that young children have sometimes…the lisp? Whatever).
"And you do know how to make coffee, don't you Jimmy?" Peter asked him.
"Yes Mister Jackson."
"Good, good. We'll take you home right away." He took the boys hand and was almost out of the doors, when a voice called behind him: "Hey! You forgot to pay for your merchandise, dude!"
Peter rolled his eyes and went back over to the podium with Jimmy in tow.
"That boy costs $63.95, dude." Said a teenaged boy with spiky green hair, and numerous body piercings.
"I got him at fifty dollars!" Peter yelled.
"Dude, you forgot tax."
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN TAX?! THIS IS AN AUCTION! THERE IS NO TAX HERE!!"
Peter's years of practice at yelling at people had served him well, and the teenager cowered in fear. You could almost see the steam coming out of Peter's ears.
"Okay, man. Just calm down. You don't have to pay taxes, just please don't hurt me!" The clerk said in a fear-filled voice.
"That's better." Peter said with a smile. Peter patted his pockets in search of his wallet.
"Do you take checks? I seem to have left my wallet in the car (which, if you remember, was savagely ripped apart by an insane Japanese man).
"Yeah, man. Whatever you say. Of course we take checks."
"Good." Peter replied. He whipped out his checkbook (by whipping out, I mean dropping on the floor) and wrote out a check for Jimmy.
"Let's go Jimmy."
With that, they walked out of the doors.
"Now where did he park that car?"
"Jimmy, do you see a red SUV?" Peter asked Jimmy.
"No, Mister Jackson."
"What was he thinking?! Now how do we get back?"
"Mister Jackson?" Jimmy said, tugging on Peter's sleeve. "Why don't we just walk back?"
"WALK? HOW CAN WE WALK? IT'S MILES AWAY!"
"Mister Jackson? Didn't you say you came from just around the corner?"
"YES! I mean, yes I did Jimmy. Hey! I've got an idea! Let's just walk back!"
"That's a good idea, Mister Jackson."
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Several Years Later:
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"JIMMY!!! COFFEE!!! NOW!!!" Peter bellowed.
"Yes, Mister Jackson." Said a now teenaged Jimmy. Jimmy went to the coffee machine, poured in some water, plugged it in, and turned it on. Nothing happened. Muttering obscenities under his breath, he gave it a few half- hearted kicks in the broiler, and it sputtered to life. 'We really need a new coffee maker…' Jimmy thought to himself.
"No we don't!" Peter yelled from the other room.
"How does he do that?" Jimmy wondered out loud. Shaking his head, he saw that the coffee was ready, and poured some in his Coffee Boys and Various Other Henchmen Outlet mug. He added one sugar, no cream. Just how Peter liked it. He took the foul smelling liquid to Peter, who said nothing. Not even a thank-you. Jimmy stalked off and sat in the chair farthest from Peter. He took out his favourite book, Lord of the Rings, and began to read.
"What are you reading, sonny Jim?" Jimmy cringed. He hated that name.
"The Lord of the Rings." Jimmy muttered from behind the book.
"Lord of the Rings? Hmmm… that gives me an idea! I will direct a multi- million dollar film that will become wildly popular in theatres across the world and will rake in lots of mullah.
"Sure, Mister Jackson." Jimmy continued to read, while Peter wrote down his idea, and then commenced to watch "The Weakest Link". And so it came to pass that Jimmy, the coffee boy, gave Peter Jackson the idea for the most popular film in a long time. Coincidentally, mostly just because of his choice of Orlando Bloom to play Legolas.
Rating: PG
Summary: Peter Jackson loves coffee, and because he is too lazy to make it, he finds a coffee boy named Jimmy. But what happens when Jimmy mysteriously disappears during the filming of Lord of the Rings? How will Peter get his coffee?
Disclaimer: Oh come on, people! I don't own anything to do with Lord of the Rings, Peter, or anyone else. I only own Jimmy. The characters from Lord of the Rings belong to Mr. Tolkien (mayherestinpeace), and I doubt that there will be much of them in this, except for references of course. It's mostly just the movie people.
Oh, and please review this. Thanks.
Jimmy: The Coffee Boy
Ch. 2: Life after the Outlet
Where we last left Peter, he was in the Coffee Boys and Other Various Henchmen Outlet, just down the street from his studio. His driver had gone insane from lack of tip (very dangerous disease in chauffeurs, especially foreign ones) and smashed the car to pieces, and then stole Peter's favourite coffee mug which was conveniently left in the car. Which was really too bad, because it was a nice coffee mug. Anyway, Peter had just bought his first coffee boy, and went up to the podium to get him.
"Congratulations, sir! Here is your new coffee boy."
Peter kneeled in front of him, and asked him his name.
"My name's Jimmy." He answered with a slight lisp (you know, the lisp that young children have sometimes…the lisp? Whatever).
"And you do know how to make coffee, don't you Jimmy?" Peter asked him.
"Yes Mister Jackson."
"Good, good. We'll take you home right away." He took the boys hand and was almost out of the doors, when a voice called behind him: "Hey! You forgot to pay for your merchandise, dude!"
Peter rolled his eyes and went back over to the podium with Jimmy in tow.
"That boy costs $63.95, dude." Said a teenaged boy with spiky green hair, and numerous body piercings.
"I got him at fifty dollars!" Peter yelled.
"Dude, you forgot tax."
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN TAX?! THIS IS AN AUCTION! THERE IS NO TAX HERE!!"
Peter's years of practice at yelling at people had served him well, and the teenager cowered in fear. You could almost see the steam coming out of Peter's ears.
"Okay, man. Just calm down. You don't have to pay taxes, just please don't hurt me!" The clerk said in a fear-filled voice.
"That's better." Peter said with a smile. Peter patted his pockets in search of his wallet.
"Do you take checks? I seem to have left my wallet in the car (which, if you remember, was savagely ripped apart by an insane Japanese man).
"Yeah, man. Whatever you say. Of course we take checks."
"Good." Peter replied. He whipped out his checkbook (by whipping out, I mean dropping on the floor) and wrote out a check for Jimmy.
"Let's go Jimmy."
With that, they walked out of the doors.
"Now where did he park that car?"
"Jimmy, do you see a red SUV?" Peter asked Jimmy.
"No, Mister Jackson."
"What was he thinking?! Now how do we get back?"
"Mister Jackson?" Jimmy said, tugging on Peter's sleeve. "Why don't we just walk back?"
"WALK? HOW CAN WE WALK? IT'S MILES AWAY!"
"Mister Jackson? Didn't you say you came from just around the corner?"
"YES! I mean, yes I did Jimmy. Hey! I've got an idea! Let's just walk back!"
"That's a good idea, Mister Jackson."
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Several Years Later:
****************
"JIMMY!!! COFFEE!!! NOW!!!" Peter bellowed.
"Yes, Mister Jackson." Said a now teenaged Jimmy. Jimmy went to the coffee machine, poured in some water, plugged it in, and turned it on. Nothing happened. Muttering obscenities under his breath, he gave it a few half- hearted kicks in the broiler, and it sputtered to life. 'We really need a new coffee maker…' Jimmy thought to himself.
"No we don't!" Peter yelled from the other room.
"How does he do that?" Jimmy wondered out loud. Shaking his head, he saw that the coffee was ready, and poured some in his Coffee Boys and Various Other Henchmen Outlet mug. He added one sugar, no cream. Just how Peter liked it. He took the foul smelling liquid to Peter, who said nothing. Not even a thank-you. Jimmy stalked off and sat in the chair farthest from Peter. He took out his favourite book, Lord of the Rings, and began to read.
"What are you reading, sonny Jim?" Jimmy cringed. He hated that name.
"The Lord of the Rings." Jimmy muttered from behind the book.
"Lord of the Rings? Hmmm… that gives me an idea! I will direct a multi- million dollar film that will become wildly popular in theatres across the world and will rake in lots of mullah.
"Sure, Mister Jackson." Jimmy continued to read, while Peter wrote down his idea, and then commenced to watch "The Weakest Link". And so it came to pass that Jimmy, the coffee boy, gave Peter Jackson the idea for the most popular film in a long time. Coincidentally, mostly just because of his choice of Orlando Bloom to play Legolas.