Merry and Pippin in Band:
"Flute," Pippin told the band teacher, "I want to play flute."
"I'll play clarinet," decided Merry.
"Alright, but there's already a lot of people playing those instruments," said the band teacher.
Merry and Pippin were an immediate success. Their notes were prefect, their rhythm was great and they were enthusiastic. They were quickly promoted to first chair of each section. The old first chairs, now second were furious and stuffed the hobbits into a tuba each.
The hobbits were quite content for the first five minutes while they had a variety of markers to eat, but after running out of eatable things they were not pleased to be stuffed in the small space with no food.
Pippin managed to squeeze out of the tuba and help Merry out. Then with the remaining marker (in the flavor they didn't like) they attacked the first flutist and clarinetist who had imprisoned them by drawing all over them.
"EVILLLLLLL," screamed the first clarinet.
"NOOooooooooooooooooooo," cried the first flutist, "My beautiful hair is all messed up and my prefect skin is green. You fool of a Took."
Pippin looked carefully to make sure she didn't have a staff before saying, "The only fool here is you."
The flutist shrieked and scratched Pippin with her long sharp nails. "Owwwwww," yelled Pippin.
"Note to self," muttered Merry, " Watch out for evil looking people with long nails."
"Back to work," yelled the band teacher, totally harassed that no-one was paying attention to him, "B flat scale."
As the part of the class that wasn't killing Pippin started playing, Pippin grabbed a drumstick and sat down on the floor. "Time for second breakfast, I think," he said, chopping on the drumstick but even his teeth couldn't slice through the solid wood.
"I don't think you're supposed to eat that," Merry told Pippin as he chewed on the end like a dog.
"Wa 'eed 'ome mo' 'o 'ose 'arkers," Pippin replied, this mouth full of wood.
"Get to work both of you," yelled the band teacher, grabbing the drum stick out of Pippin's hand and replacing it with a flute.
Sulkily Pippin took the flute and started to play. The evil second flutist glared at him and looked at her mails carefully. Pippin shivered. He was going to have to look out for her.
"Flute," Pippin told the band teacher, "I want to play flute."
"I'll play clarinet," decided Merry.
"Alright, but there's already a lot of people playing those instruments," said the band teacher.
Merry and Pippin were an immediate success. Their notes were prefect, their rhythm was great and they were enthusiastic. They were quickly promoted to first chair of each section. The old first chairs, now second were furious and stuffed the hobbits into a tuba each.
The hobbits were quite content for the first five minutes while they had a variety of markers to eat, but after running out of eatable things they were not pleased to be stuffed in the small space with no food.
Pippin managed to squeeze out of the tuba and help Merry out. Then with the remaining marker (in the flavor they didn't like) they attacked the first flutist and clarinetist who had imprisoned them by drawing all over them.
"EVILLLLLLL," screamed the first clarinet.
"NOOooooooooooooooooooo," cried the first flutist, "My beautiful hair is all messed up and my prefect skin is green. You fool of a Took."
Pippin looked carefully to make sure she didn't have a staff before saying, "The only fool here is you."
The flutist shrieked and scratched Pippin with her long sharp nails. "Owwwwww," yelled Pippin.
"Note to self," muttered Merry, " Watch out for evil looking people with long nails."
"Back to work," yelled the band teacher, totally harassed that no-one was paying attention to him, "B flat scale."
As the part of the class that wasn't killing Pippin started playing, Pippin grabbed a drumstick and sat down on the floor. "Time for second breakfast, I think," he said, chopping on the drumstick but even his teeth couldn't slice through the solid wood.
"I don't think you're supposed to eat that," Merry told Pippin as he chewed on the end like a dog.
"Wa 'eed 'ome mo' 'o 'ose 'arkers," Pippin replied, this mouth full of wood.
"Get to work both of you," yelled the band teacher, grabbing the drum stick out of Pippin's hand and replacing it with a flute.
Sulkily Pippin took the flute and started to play. The evil second flutist glared at him and looked at her mails carefully. Pippin shivered. He was going to have to look out for her.