I just canÕt help myself, I guess.
For Those-Who-DonÕt-Know, plotholes are unexplained things that happen to the plot. Not to be confused with plot twists, which are twists within the plot, wheras plotholes are unexplainable happenings. Plotbunnies are ideas for a plot. A plotbunny attacked me the other day with an idea for a story with MerryÕs evil nose, so please review and let me know my writing is appreciated and wanted. :)
Aragorn got Legolas and Haldir out of the tree and skipped to the house, holding both their hands so they wouldn't get in trouble. Haldir grumped and Legolas wept like a baby.
"Now how exactly did you get yourselves up in that tree, you silly elves?" said Aragorn.
"Awawawa!" Leggy cried.
"How's Elrond doing?" cried Aragorn cheerfully.
"Buwahhh!" sobbed Leggie.
"Boy, try and make some intelligent conversation around here..." muttered the man.
All of a sudden, two black holes opened up and Haldir and Legolas were sucked in. They materialized in front of Elrond, who was not dressed as an elf.
"Well?" he said. "Haldir, has your mission been completed?"
"I had him in my sights, but a plot twist foiled it."
"A plot twist," Elrond got a really grumpy face and put his sunglasses on. "I hire you on the basis that you're the best assasin around and you fail me like the rest!"
"What's going on here?" sniffed Leggy.
"Isn't it obvious? It's a plot. A plot to rid the world of Morning People."
"What's with the suit?"
"Quite simple. It's a disguize. One month I may be a dopey elf lord, but the next I am...Agent Smith!" He cackled evilly.
"What?" gasped the blonde idiot.
"The Matrix is filled to the brim with Morning People. I was sent, along with two of my colleagues," he gestured and Glorfindel and Erestor appeared. "To rid the world of this plague. This disease. My task is nearly finished here. Then we move on." He laughed deeply and evilly.
Legolas took this oppertunity to flee. But a plothole opened out of nowhere and a rock dropped onto his head.
Glorfindel and Erestor aka Jones and Brown took Haldir away, and Smith resumed admiring himself in the mirror. He struck a pose suggestive of drawing a gun. Then he quickly did some karate moves.
"Good day, Mistur Andurson," he said. "Prepare to die." He slowly removed his shades.
"Prepare to die, Mistur Andurson. Bang! Good day, Mistur Andurson. Mistur Andurson. Mistuuur Aaandursoonnn. Mistur, Mister, Mistor, M'sseur Anders—n. Andurson. Good day, Aragurn. Strider. Estul. Wingfoot, Throngil. Prepare to die. Andurson Andurson. Goodbye, Mistur Andurson." He worked his eyebrows like windshield wipers.
"Hello, my name is Smith. Agent Smith. Smith, Agent Smith. Shaken, not stirred." He put his sunglasses back on and did some more karate moves.
"Put it on my tab. Andurson. Put it on Mistur Andurson's tab." Waltzes a bit.
Merry and Pippin skipped along until they came to the place where they thought the scream had come from.
"Which of us shall marry her, Pip-A-Boo?" said Merry, picking a flower and sniffing it.
"I do not know, Mer-Bie," said Pippin.
"Marry who?" said a voice.
"Diamond of long cleeve!" gasped Pippin.
"Estella Bolger!" gasped Mary.
"What are you doing here?"
"Was that you screaming?"
"Nah. Just Haldir trying to shoot Aragorn again," said Diamond blinking at Pippin.
"You know how Haldie-Waldie is," said Estella blinking at Merry.
"Uh, no," said Pippin uncomfortably.
"I don't know him," said Merry squriming.
Diamond and Estella blinked.
"How do you blink in unison like that, Estella-Wella and Di-Di?" said Pippin. "It's simply wonderful that you can do that!"
"What?" said Merry, Diamond and Estella.
For Those-Who-DonÕt-Know, plotholes are unexplained things that happen to the plot. Not to be confused with plot twists, which are twists within the plot, wheras plotholes are unexplainable happenings. Plotbunnies are ideas for a plot. A plotbunny attacked me the other day with an idea for a story with MerryÕs evil nose, so please review and let me know my writing is appreciated and wanted. :)
Aragorn got Legolas and Haldir out of the tree and skipped to the house, holding both their hands so they wouldn't get in trouble. Haldir grumped and Legolas wept like a baby.
"Now how exactly did you get yourselves up in that tree, you silly elves?" said Aragorn.
"Awawawa!" Leggy cried.
"How's Elrond doing?" cried Aragorn cheerfully.
"Buwahhh!" sobbed Leggie.
"Boy, try and make some intelligent conversation around here..." muttered the man.
All of a sudden, two black holes opened up and Haldir and Legolas were sucked in. They materialized in front of Elrond, who was not dressed as an elf.
"Well?" he said. "Haldir, has your mission been completed?"
"I had him in my sights, but a plot twist foiled it."
"A plot twist," Elrond got a really grumpy face and put his sunglasses on. "I hire you on the basis that you're the best assasin around and you fail me like the rest!"
"What's going on here?" sniffed Leggy.
"Isn't it obvious? It's a plot. A plot to rid the world of Morning People."
"What's with the suit?"
"Quite simple. It's a disguize. One month I may be a dopey elf lord, but the next I am...Agent Smith!" He cackled evilly.
"What?" gasped the blonde idiot.
"The Matrix is filled to the brim with Morning People. I was sent, along with two of my colleagues," he gestured and Glorfindel and Erestor appeared. "To rid the world of this plague. This disease. My task is nearly finished here. Then we move on." He laughed deeply and evilly.
Legolas took this oppertunity to flee. But a plothole opened out of nowhere and a rock dropped onto his head.
Glorfindel and Erestor aka Jones and Brown took Haldir away, and Smith resumed admiring himself in the mirror. He struck a pose suggestive of drawing a gun. Then he quickly did some karate moves.
"Good day, Mistur Andurson," he said. "Prepare to die." He slowly removed his shades.
"Prepare to die, Mistur Andurson. Bang! Good day, Mistur Andurson. Mistur Andurson. Mistuuur Aaandursoonnn. Mistur, Mister, Mistor, M'sseur Anders—n. Andurson. Good day, Aragurn. Strider. Estul. Wingfoot, Throngil. Prepare to die. Andurson Andurson. Goodbye, Mistur Andurson." He worked his eyebrows like windshield wipers.
"Hello, my name is Smith. Agent Smith. Smith, Agent Smith. Shaken, not stirred." He put his sunglasses back on and did some more karate moves.
"Put it on my tab. Andurson. Put it on Mistur Andurson's tab." Waltzes a bit.
Merry and Pippin skipped along until they came to the place where they thought the scream had come from.
"Which of us shall marry her, Pip-A-Boo?" said Merry, picking a flower and sniffing it.
"I do not know, Mer-Bie," said Pippin.
"Marry who?" said a voice.
"Diamond of long cleeve!" gasped Pippin.
"Estella Bolger!" gasped Mary.
"What are you doing here?"
"Was that you screaming?"
"Nah. Just Haldir trying to shoot Aragorn again," said Diamond blinking at Pippin.
"You know how Haldie-Waldie is," said Estella blinking at Merry.
"Uh, no," said Pippin uncomfortably.
"I don't know him," said Merry squriming.
Diamond and Estella blinked.
"How do you blink in unison like that, Estella-Wella and Di-Di?" said Pippin. "It's simply wonderful that you can do that!"
"What?" said Merry, Diamond and Estella.