The Fellowship of the Ring goes to Daycare.
Disclaimer: (Swinging a sword) I own the one Fellowship! Actually I don't. It belongs to the late J.R.R. Toilken.
Author: Non other than Daydream!
Information about this nutcase writing of mine: The FOTR is going to Daycare! It's their first day so I'm going to be as easy on them as I can (grins evilly). But don't worry I can't hurt three-year-olds.
"NO, MOMMY! I DON WANNA STAY!" screamed Legolas as his mother tried to pry him away from her leg. "Legolas, we've been through a million times. You are staying!" Succeeding in loosening him, Mrs.Greenleaf kissed her son goodbye and ran towards the door. "AHHHHHHH! Come back!" he screeched again. His teacher Ms.Noname walked over to him and asked him "Don't you won't to meet your classmates?" "NO! I WANT MY MOMMY!" "Okay. I know that, but she had to go save the world or something like that so you get to stay here!" Legolas looked like he was about to start screaming again so she left him alone.
Aragorn walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder. "Hi, I am Strider, Dunadan, Aragorn." He went on listing the endless names that had been abusively placed on him as a baby. Legolas gave him a clueless look so he got to the point. "Want to go pick on Sauron?" "Sauron? Who's that?" Strider shook his untamed head of hair. "And I thought elves were pose to be smart!" He pointed over to a corner where a small nerdy looking boy dressed in all black was sitting, picking his nose. "He thinks he's some great and powerful dark lord or something. Everyone here likes to pick on him." Legolas thought that it could be fun so the two of them went over to the already forming ring of little kids.
Sauron suddenly stood up and yelled, "Behold! The one Ring!" In his hand was a small plastic ring out of a twisty machine thing. A/N: I have no idea what they're really called. A really short kid about one foot tall jumped on him and yelled, "MINE!" The two dorks fought until the teacher came over and separated them. "Look Frodo, this is the fifth time this week you've went berserk over a ring. This time you're going to Mordor. You to, Sauron." Sauron happily yells for joy while Frodo begs for mercy.
Near the blocks on the other side of the play room two really old looking short people were hitting each other with sock'em boppers. "Why are we doing this!?" asked one of them. He had on a pointy hat. "Cause I said so cause I'm Saruman the yellow!" Gandalf gave him a weird look. "I thought you were Saruman the white." "You have chosen the way of pain I said as I bopped him with my sock'em bopper!" Saruman spoke to himself. "Do you always speak to yourself or are you just an idiot?" asked boy with dark brown hair that was in a bunch of knots. "Elrond, would you stay out of this!" both wizard said at the same time and went back to bopping each other with the boppers.
"Snack time!" called out Ms.Noname. Pippin, Merry, and Sam scrambled to be first in line. "I'm first today! I'm first today!" sang Pippin in a happy tone. "If you're full enough to sing let me pass you." begged Merry. "No way! I've been waiting months for this!" As soon as everyone had sat down and began to eat, Boromir stood up holding a cookie and said, "It is a gift! We shall use it to." A banana peel came flying across the room and landed on his foot. "Darn. Got another one Gloom?" One pile of black cloth said to one of the other nine blobs of cloth in the class. "Nope, sorry Doom." Dejectedly the Nazgul looked down at his feet.
"The end of snack time is upon us. Who shall be brave enough to ask for more?" Elrond asked of the preschoolers. Then a cry rang out. "Not me! Not his time! I asked yesterday!" It was small Frodo. "Okay never mind then."
All of the round little faces turned toward the plate of cookies. Glances at the others faces were taken and doubts were confirmed. There was only one cookie left. "It's the elves cookie!" Yelled all the elves in the room. "No it's mine. My precious!" Everyone drew their weapons, which were all made of plastic and plushie beanbag stuff save Frodo who had a light-up lightsaber. "The orcs are near!" he yelled maniacally thrusting the toy at Sam who dodged trying to explain that he wasn't an orc. Finally he got fed up with Frodo. "Would you quit that you stupid little git!?"
The groups of people all around rushed to get the cookie. When the teacher came into the room, she was hit in the forehead with a stick on arrow. "You got in the way of mighty Legolas's arrow! You shall be vanquished!" With that, Legolas leapt toward the teacher and bit her on the leg. "OWWW! I don't care if you're the Prince of Mirkwood or whatever, you will NOT bite people on the leg!" She grabbed him by the pointed ear and thrust him into Mordor.
At arts and crafts time the little members of the LOTR were sitting at tables, constructing things out of playdough. "Hey look I made a bunny!" said Saruman, holding up a blob of clay. "No you didn't." came a voice from the far end of the table. "Who dares to go against the word of Saruman?" A rather scary looking girl with blond hair that looked like someone had taken a weed eater to it stood up. "I did you idiot!" A look of fear came over Saruman. "Sorry Galadriel, I didn't know it was you." "Of course you didn't, dummy." She said and sat down on her plastic throne.
"Nap time, children" Ms.Noname told the short indignant people. "The Dark Lord needs no sleep!" Ms.Noname's eyes filled with fury. "YOU WILL GO TO SLEEP NOW, Sherman!" Everyone gave Sauron a strange look. "Your name's Sherman?" Legolas laughed. "You told them my real name." He whined. "Yes and anyways" she said turning her gaze to Legolas, "How did you get out of Mordor?" Legolas rolled his eyes. "I'm an Elf. I don't like Mordor. I have friends. Does that answer your question?" Ms. Noname sighed. "No, but a have no time left to ponder this thought. I must fade into the West." Elrond gave her a confused look. "But you're not an Elf." "I DON'T CARE! IF I DON'T GET AWAY FROM YOU NUTCASE KIDS I'M GOING TO GO BONKERS!" and with that she ran out the door screaming at the top of her lungs.
More crazy memories to follow. Hope you had fun reading all this but I could use some ideas! They seem to come less and less. HELP!!
Disclaimer: (Swinging a sword) I own the one Fellowship! Actually I don't. It belongs to the late J.R.R. Toilken.
Author: Non other than Daydream!
Information about this nutcase writing of mine: The FOTR is going to Daycare! It's their first day so I'm going to be as easy on them as I can (grins evilly). But don't worry I can't hurt three-year-olds.
"NO, MOMMY! I DON WANNA STAY!" screamed Legolas as his mother tried to pry him away from her leg. "Legolas, we've been through a million times. You are staying!" Succeeding in loosening him, Mrs.Greenleaf kissed her son goodbye and ran towards the door. "AHHHHHHH! Come back!" he screeched again. His teacher Ms.Noname walked over to him and asked him "Don't you won't to meet your classmates?" "NO! I WANT MY MOMMY!" "Okay. I know that, but she had to go save the world or something like that so you get to stay here!" Legolas looked like he was about to start screaming again so she left him alone.
Aragorn walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder. "Hi, I am Strider, Dunadan, Aragorn." He went on listing the endless names that had been abusively placed on him as a baby. Legolas gave him a clueless look so he got to the point. "Want to go pick on Sauron?" "Sauron? Who's that?" Strider shook his untamed head of hair. "And I thought elves were pose to be smart!" He pointed over to a corner where a small nerdy looking boy dressed in all black was sitting, picking his nose. "He thinks he's some great and powerful dark lord or something. Everyone here likes to pick on him." Legolas thought that it could be fun so the two of them went over to the already forming ring of little kids.
Sauron suddenly stood up and yelled, "Behold! The one Ring!" In his hand was a small plastic ring out of a twisty machine thing. A/N: I have no idea what they're really called. A really short kid about one foot tall jumped on him and yelled, "MINE!" The two dorks fought until the teacher came over and separated them. "Look Frodo, this is the fifth time this week you've went berserk over a ring. This time you're going to Mordor. You to, Sauron." Sauron happily yells for joy while Frodo begs for mercy.
Near the blocks on the other side of the play room two really old looking short people were hitting each other with sock'em boppers. "Why are we doing this!?" asked one of them. He had on a pointy hat. "Cause I said so cause I'm Saruman the yellow!" Gandalf gave him a weird look. "I thought you were Saruman the white." "You have chosen the way of pain I said as I bopped him with my sock'em bopper!" Saruman spoke to himself. "Do you always speak to yourself or are you just an idiot?" asked boy with dark brown hair that was in a bunch of knots. "Elrond, would you stay out of this!" both wizard said at the same time and went back to bopping each other with the boppers.
"Snack time!" called out Ms.Noname. Pippin, Merry, and Sam scrambled to be first in line. "I'm first today! I'm first today!" sang Pippin in a happy tone. "If you're full enough to sing let me pass you." begged Merry. "No way! I've been waiting months for this!" As soon as everyone had sat down and began to eat, Boromir stood up holding a cookie and said, "It is a gift! We shall use it to." A banana peel came flying across the room and landed on his foot. "Darn. Got another one Gloom?" One pile of black cloth said to one of the other nine blobs of cloth in the class. "Nope, sorry Doom." Dejectedly the Nazgul looked down at his feet.
"The end of snack time is upon us. Who shall be brave enough to ask for more?" Elrond asked of the preschoolers. Then a cry rang out. "Not me! Not his time! I asked yesterday!" It was small Frodo. "Okay never mind then."
All of the round little faces turned toward the plate of cookies. Glances at the others faces were taken and doubts were confirmed. There was only one cookie left. "It's the elves cookie!" Yelled all the elves in the room. "No it's mine. My precious!" Everyone drew their weapons, which were all made of plastic and plushie beanbag stuff save Frodo who had a light-up lightsaber. "The orcs are near!" he yelled maniacally thrusting the toy at Sam who dodged trying to explain that he wasn't an orc. Finally he got fed up with Frodo. "Would you quit that you stupid little git!?"
The groups of people all around rushed to get the cookie. When the teacher came into the room, she was hit in the forehead with a stick on arrow. "You got in the way of mighty Legolas's arrow! You shall be vanquished!" With that, Legolas leapt toward the teacher and bit her on the leg. "OWWW! I don't care if you're the Prince of Mirkwood or whatever, you will NOT bite people on the leg!" She grabbed him by the pointed ear and thrust him into Mordor.
At arts and crafts time the little members of the LOTR were sitting at tables, constructing things out of playdough. "Hey look I made a bunny!" said Saruman, holding up a blob of clay. "No you didn't." came a voice from the far end of the table. "Who dares to go against the word of Saruman?" A rather scary looking girl with blond hair that looked like someone had taken a weed eater to it stood up. "I did you idiot!" A look of fear came over Saruman. "Sorry Galadriel, I didn't know it was you." "Of course you didn't, dummy." She said and sat down on her plastic throne.
"Nap time, children" Ms.Noname told the short indignant people. "The Dark Lord needs no sleep!" Ms.Noname's eyes filled with fury. "YOU WILL GO TO SLEEP NOW, Sherman!" Everyone gave Sauron a strange look. "Your name's Sherman?" Legolas laughed. "You told them my real name." He whined. "Yes and anyways" she said turning her gaze to Legolas, "How did you get out of Mordor?" Legolas rolled his eyes. "I'm an Elf. I don't like Mordor. I have friends. Does that answer your question?" Ms. Noname sighed. "No, but a have no time left to ponder this thought. I must fade into the West." Elrond gave her a confused look. "But you're not an Elf." "I DON'T CARE! IF I DON'T GET AWAY FROM YOU NUTCASE KIDS I'M GOING TO GO BONKERS!" and with that she ran out the door screaming at the top of her lungs.
More crazy memories to follow. Hope you had fun reading all this but I could use some ideas! They seem to come less and less. HELP!!