Disclamer: I don't own LOTR or anything in my story. I have a line or
two from Austin Powers and a line from the MUMMY in there and I don't own
neither of them.
Samwise Gamgee pulled a tin of muffins out of the oven. "These smell very good." He told himself. He then remembered he had to be quiet. Mr. Frodo was still asleep and he did not want to awaken him.
Sam looked out the window. It was such a lovely day! It would be such a nice day! He could garden, eat, garden, eat, garden- it sounded so good to Sam that he giggled. He clamped his hand over his mouth. To late.
"SAM! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY KITCHEN AT. 5 O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING?" Frodo was standing at the kitchen door in pajamas with little blue ducks on them. "I thought you understood the restraining order! It meant you were not aloud to come within a square mile radius of me! THAT INCLUDES MY KITCHEN!"
Sam put on his best pouty face. "But- but- Mr. Frodo-" Frodo just shook his head and pointed to the door. "Out." He said. He sniffed. "Leave the muffins though."
Sam walked out the door with his head bowed low. He was beginning to suspect Mr. Frodo might not want him around.
Frodo let out a long yawn. It was his Uncle Bilbo's 111th birthday last night. He had been up till one and now Sam had woke him up with his loud giggling.
Suddenly the door to the pantry fell right off its hinges with a loud BANG! And lots of smoke. Frodo sighed. "Gandalf. There is such thing as a front door." Gandalf shook himself off. "Wellllll its more FUN THIS WAY!" Frodo rolled his eyes. Gandalf took a pipe out of his pocket and stuck it in his mouth. "Do you think I look hot like this?" Frodo blinked. "I'm going back to bed." He turned around and went back to his room. "But I'm supposed to ask you about the ring! Frodo! FRODO! COME BACK HERE!" Gandalf called after him. Gandalf sighed and was about to turn Frodo into a frog when he smelled a familiar smell... a GOOD smell... a TO good smell... a SO good smell that it was almost... evil. "Gasp." Gandalf said. "I HAVE smelled this smell before! IT'S THE SMELL OF THE ONE- well 12- MUFFINS OF POWER." He then broke into loud screams.
Frodo came charging back into the kitchen. "WHAT IS IT NOWWWW?" He yelled. Gandalf explained it to him the long and complicated story of the One- well 12- Muffins of Power. "These muffins dude. There evil." Frodo nodded. "What must I do?" He asked. Gandalf shrugged. "We could eat them. Or we could take them to Rivendell. Elves have a strange love for muffins." Frodo nodded. "We do that."
Suddenly a rustle was heard out the window. Gandalf through a clock out the window. "OWWW" Was heard. "THAT WAS AN ANTIQUE CLOCK GANDALF! WHY DID YOU DO THAT?" Frodo screeched. Gandalf shrugged. "I wanted to see time fly out the window." Gandalf and the strange voice out the window cracked up. Frodo glared at Gandalf. "That's NOT funny." Gandalf shrugged again and went to the window. He yanked the person in. "Why if it ain't my little buddy Sam. I think I'll kill you know." Sam shook in his little hobbit feet. Gandalf thought a minute then changed his mind. "No. I have a better use for you."
Gandalf, Frodo, Sam, and Bill the Pony started out to Rivendel. Gandalf left them when they were about a mile out of the Shire. "Where did Gandalf say he was going again Mr. Frodo?" Sam asked. Frodo shrugged. "I dunno Sam. He said something about some white wizard doing his nails."
Finally they reached Bree. "Umm.... Frodo." "Yes Sam." "Did Gandalf say the Galloping Gizzard? The Cantering Cactus? The Walking Walrus?" Frodo looked around. "WE'RE LOSSTT!"
Is it any good? Please R&R and tell me! Please no flames!
Samwise Gamgee pulled a tin of muffins out of the oven. "These smell very good." He told himself. He then remembered he had to be quiet. Mr. Frodo was still asleep and he did not want to awaken him.
Sam looked out the window. It was such a lovely day! It would be such a nice day! He could garden, eat, garden, eat, garden- it sounded so good to Sam that he giggled. He clamped his hand over his mouth. To late.
"SAM! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY KITCHEN AT. 5 O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING?" Frodo was standing at the kitchen door in pajamas with little blue ducks on them. "I thought you understood the restraining order! It meant you were not aloud to come within a square mile radius of me! THAT INCLUDES MY KITCHEN!"
Sam put on his best pouty face. "But- but- Mr. Frodo-" Frodo just shook his head and pointed to the door. "Out." He said. He sniffed. "Leave the muffins though."
Sam walked out the door with his head bowed low. He was beginning to suspect Mr. Frodo might not want him around.
Frodo let out a long yawn. It was his Uncle Bilbo's 111th birthday last night. He had been up till one and now Sam had woke him up with his loud giggling.
Suddenly the door to the pantry fell right off its hinges with a loud BANG! And lots of smoke. Frodo sighed. "Gandalf. There is such thing as a front door." Gandalf shook himself off. "Wellllll its more FUN THIS WAY!" Frodo rolled his eyes. Gandalf took a pipe out of his pocket and stuck it in his mouth. "Do you think I look hot like this?" Frodo blinked. "I'm going back to bed." He turned around and went back to his room. "But I'm supposed to ask you about the ring! Frodo! FRODO! COME BACK HERE!" Gandalf called after him. Gandalf sighed and was about to turn Frodo into a frog when he smelled a familiar smell... a GOOD smell... a TO good smell... a SO good smell that it was almost... evil. "Gasp." Gandalf said. "I HAVE smelled this smell before! IT'S THE SMELL OF THE ONE- well 12- MUFFINS OF POWER." He then broke into loud screams.
Frodo came charging back into the kitchen. "WHAT IS IT NOWWWW?" He yelled. Gandalf explained it to him the long and complicated story of the One- well 12- Muffins of Power. "These muffins dude. There evil." Frodo nodded. "What must I do?" He asked. Gandalf shrugged. "We could eat them. Or we could take them to Rivendell. Elves have a strange love for muffins." Frodo nodded. "We do that."
Suddenly a rustle was heard out the window. Gandalf through a clock out the window. "OWWW" Was heard. "THAT WAS AN ANTIQUE CLOCK GANDALF! WHY DID YOU DO THAT?" Frodo screeched. Gandalf shrugged. "I wanted to see time fly out the window." Gandalf and the strange voice out the window cracked up. Frodo glared at Gandalf. "That's NOT funny." Gandalf shrugged again and went to the window. He yanked the person in. "Why if it ain't my little buddy Sam. I think I'll kill you know." Sam shook in his little hobbit feet. Gandalf thought a minute then changed his mind. "No. I have a better use for you."
Gandalf, Frodo, Sam, and Bill the Pony started out to Rivendel. Gandalf left them when they were about a mile out of the Shire. "Where did Gandalf say he was going again Mr. Frodo?" Sam asked. Frodo shrugged. "I dunno Sam. He said something about some white wizard doing his nails."
Finally they reached Bree. "Umm.... Frodo." "Yes Sam." "Did Gandalf say the Galloping Gizzard? The Cantering Cactus? The Walking Walrus?" Frodo looked around. "WE'RE LOSSTT!"
Is it any good? Please R&R and tell me! Please no flames!