"Poppy, Meriadoc, if I find you you're both going to be in BIG trouble!" Sam yelled through the halls of the huge hobbit hole. What Sam didn't know was that the two young hobbits had a plan, and had already started putting it to use.
Merry didn't even think what the consequences were when he first had his plan, he only thought of how to put it to use quickly. He had taken Poppy all the way to the bedroom where they had put their winter clothes, bundling up to where they could barely see their faces. Poppy quickly wrapped her scarf, a green one with purple and gray and orange specks, around her while Merry finished fastening his cloak. He hissed, "Follow me." Poppy wondered where they were going to go, but didn't resist. She followed him until both hobbits were outside and surrounded by a mottled pale gray sky that could only mean one thing, snow. She reached behind her to close the door. They had forgotten that the back entrance had hinges that squeaked. Poppy squealed and Merry yelled at her to run.
Sam was beginning to wonder exactly where the two rapscallions were hiding. Bag End was a large hobbit hole, but not so big that he couldn't find them within an hour. He knew every hiding spot in the hole from having to search for a young Pippin and Merry when they were hiding from everyone from Frodo to Gandalf. His wrath hadn't subsided yet, but he was starting to get worried. After nearly a half hour he hadn't found a trace of the two troublemakers and was starting to contemplate the possibility that they had went outside. "No, they wouldn't do that, not with the way the sky looks." He assured himself, and continued his search by treading down the stairs to the cellar.
