Merry and Pippin in lunch:
"Second breakfast!" cried Pippin, as soon as he saw the cafeteria.
"It's not called second breakfast, Pippin, its called lunch," Merry informed him.
"I don't care, IT'S FOOD!!!!" Pippin exclaimed happily.
"But we ate all the markers and we didn't bring lunch or money so how are we going to get food?" asked Merry.
Pippin didn't answer, his eyes were fixed on a steaming cup of French fries on a near-by tray. He disappeared from Merry's side. Seconds later he was back carrying the French fries. "What's that?" asked Merry.
"This, my friend, is a cup of tater thingies," Pippin told him.
Merry took one and tried it, "They come in cups?" he asked, an evil look in his eye, "I'm getting one."
He slipped away and was back with a cup of French fries. Pippin and Merry finished off their French fries in ten seconds, but of course that was not enough for a full grown hobbit. "They're even better than the way Sam makes them," Pippin said, licking his lips, "We must have more."
They quickly formed a plan and snuck their way around the whole cafeteria stealing all the French fries in sight. They came back to where the started, lots of French fries in front of them. "This is what I call life," Merry murmured, pulling the first cup towards him.
Their triumph was short lived. Quite a lot of people became suspicious of the fact that they were missing their fries and that Merry and Pippin had no less than fifty cups of them. People started coming over. "Where did you get those?" they asked suspicious.
"Bought 'em," Pippin answered.
"Whoa, you bring like fifty bucks to school?"
"Yes."
The kids looked speechless and some of them stole a few cups of French fries back. The real trouble didn't start until the evil flute player came over. "You didn't by any chance happen to steal my French fries, did you?" she asked in a falsely sweet voice.
Merry backed up, trying to get out of range of those nails. Pippin wasn't so smart. "No," he said.
He got scratched a second time and the evil flute player took as many fries as she could. "Ow," yelled Pippin, clutching his arm.
"Stay out of the way of evil flute players," Merry said wisely.
"You should have told me that before."
"Sorry," said Merry, looking down at the pitiful remainder of the fries, "Are you up for stealing some other type of food?"
"Second breakfast!" cried Pippin, as soon as he saw the cafeteria.
"It's not called second breakfast, Pippin, its called lunch," Merry informed him.
"I don't care, IT'S FOOD!!!!" Pippin exclaimed happily.
"But we ate all the markers and we didn't bring lunch or money so how are we going to get food?" asked Merry.
Pippin didn't answer, his eyes were fixed on a steaming cup of French fries on a near-by tray. He disappeared from Merry's side. Seconds later he was back carrying the French fries. "What's that?" asked Merry.
"This, my friend, is a cup of tater thingies," Pippin told him.
Merry took one and tried it, "They come in cups?" he asked, an evil look in his eye, "I'm getting one."
He slipped away and was back with a cup of French fries. Pippin and Merry finished off their French fries in ten seconds, but of course that was not enough for a full grown hobbit. "They're even better than the way Sam makes them," Pippin said, licking his lips, "We must have more."
They quickly formed a plan and snuck their way around the whole cafeteria stealing all the French fries in sight. They came back to where the started, lots of French fries in front of them. "This is what I call life," Merry murmured, pulling the first cup towards him.
Their triumph was short lived. Quite a lot of people became suspicious of the fact that they were missing their fries and that Merry and Pippin had no less than fifty cups of them. People started coming over. "Where did you get those?" they asked suspicious.
"Bought 'em," Pippin answered.
"Whoa, you bring like fifty bucks to school?"
"Yes."
The kids looked speechless and some of them stole a few cups of French fries back. The real trouble didn't start until the evil flute player came over. "You didn't by any chance happen to steal my French fries, did you?" she asked in a falsely sweet voice.
Merry backed up, trying to get out of range of those nails. Pippin wasn't so smart. "No," he said.
He got scratched a second time and the evil flute player took as many fries as she could. "Ow," yelled Pippin, clutching his arm.
"Stay out of the way of evil flute players," Merry said wisely.
"You should have told me that before."
"Sorry," said Merry, looking down at the pitiful remainder of the fries, "Are you up for stealing some other type of food?"