Chapter 6- Evil Plotting
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butterflyer: Legolas clones! Now every girl can have their own Legolas!
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Tracy- 1 1/2 (Yes!)
"Lisa!" Brittney yelled, knocking on her door. "Lisa!!! Lunch!"
"I refuse to eat at the same table as Arwen!" Lisa shouted from inside.
Brittney sighed. "Well, I guess Orlando's gonna have to send some up to her."
A few minutes later, another knock was at Lisa's door.
"What?!" Lisa screamed.
"Your food, Lady Lisa," Orlando said. *Lady Lisa?! rotfl*
Lisa opened the door and took the tray of food. "Thank you, Legolas."
"My name's Orlando," Orlando replied. "I'm Legolas's clone."
She stared and then rolled her eyes. "Tracy's gone off the deep end."
"I'm Kitt's boyfriend," he said.
Lisa blinked. "Okaaaay. Thanks."
She shut the door and Orlando left.
"What is she doing up there?" Sam asked as he ate the lunch Dajotre made. *Dajotre can cook? lol Sorry, Daj.*
"Probably plotting my death," Arwen mumbled.
"Don't say that," Aragorn told her.
"No, she's right," Tracy replied. "Lisa loves you, Aragorn. Arwen loves you. See what I'm getting at?"
"Not really," Aragorn answered after a pause.
Brittney sighed and pulled a chalkboard out of nowhere. "You+Arwen= Lisa trying to kill Arwen! You+Lisa=Lisa is happy! You+Eowyn=Neither Arwen nor Lisa is happy!"
"You can't go two ways about this, can you?" Peter asked.
"Peter, don't help," Tippy grumbled.
Peter shrugged. "Fine. Don't ask for my help. It's not like I don't know anything about love or women or anything."
Tippy looked over at him. "We know."
"So..." Dajotre said. "Kitt, where'd you get the technology to clone Legolas?"
"Like I'd tell you," Kitt answered.
"Of course you would!" Dajotre responded. "We're friends, right?"
Kitt looked up at him, then at Tippy, then back at Dajotre.
"Kind of you," Dajotre murmured.
Later, Tracy came in from outside with a handful of mail.
"Mail's here!" she announced.
"Mail?" the others said.
"Who's sending letters to us?" Brittney asked.
Tracy sat down on the chair and opened the first letter.
"Dear Everyone," she began. "You pitiful attempts at trying to live with each other will only lead to your downfall. Ha Ha Hahaha! Sincerely, Lord Elrond. P.S.- Bryan, give me back my wine."
Bryan sat on a chair at the other side of the room with a large bottle of dark purple wine. He looked up innocently.
"What?" he said. "I bought this!"
"You're under the legal drinking age," Ben said.
"I know," Bryan said. "I knew that. But THEY DID NOT NEED TO KNOW THAT!!!"
"Who's they?" Ben asked.
Bryan gestured around the room. "Can't you see them? They're everywhere!!!"
Everyone looked at each other and shrugged.
"What's the next letter say?" Pippin asked, coming to sit down next to Tracy.
"I wanna read!" Brittney said.
Tracy handed her the letter.
"Dear Everyone," she began. " (Hmm...that sounds familiar.) Please forgive me for my absence. I was called to an urgent meeting. I hope to be joining you shortly. Sincerely, Faramir of Gondor P.S.- Bryan, give me back my wine."
They looked back over at Bryan who was now holding a bottle of white wine. He was drinking it straight from the bottle, and then looked up.
"What?!" he shouted. "I bought this too!"
"Faramir's coming?" Eowyn asked, dashing into the room.
"Yep," Peter said. "And wait 'till we tell him ALL about you falling madly in love with Estelle."
Tippy whacked him on the head. "It's ESTEL!!!"
"Oh yeah," Peter mumbled, rubbing his head. "I forgot about that minor detail."
Eowyn's eyes widened. "Oh...not good."
Dajotre nodded. "Yep."
Tracy pulled out another letter. "Dear Boromir, I love you! I really miss you, and I forgive you for trying to take the Ring from Frodo. That's all over now so please come home and stay away from Tippy and those other MANIACS!!! Love, Stephanie."
"Awww," everyone chorused.
Boromir glared at them, hatefully.
"Wait!" Tracy interrupted. "There's more! P.S.- Bryan, give me back my sparkling grape juice."
They looked over at Bryan.
"WHAT?!" Bryan screamed. "It was the closest thing to wine! I was out!!!"
They all rolled their eyes.
"Is that all?" Pippin asked.
"No, a couple more," Tracy replied, flipping through the letters. "Geez. I really should've called this chapter "Fan Mail" or something. Anyway, here we go. Dear Kitt, Your Legolas clones are a big help around the house, but Will won't shut up. Did you give him Surge again? Love, Mom."
Kitt's eyes shifted, suspiciously. "Nooo..."
"Last letter. Dear Mr. Dajotre, Your order for a nuclear bomb has been received, and we are turning you into the FBI. Best Regards, the Central Intelligence Agency (C.I.A.)," Tracy read.
Dajotre's face paled. He looked around at everyone, then ran upstairs and slammed the door to his room.
"Wait, there's still more!" Tracy said. "P.S.- Tell Mr. Bryan to give Agent Bob back his wine AND sparkling grape juice, or we shall take drastic action."
Bryan looked around, and then ran upstairs and slammed the door to a various room.
"Hey! Get out!" Lisa shouted. "Can't you see I'm plotting?!"
"Oh, my bad," Bryan said. "Wrong room."
He ran back downstairs, grabbed his wine, and ran down into the basement.
Before dinner, there was a knock at the door. Brittney answered it and the "Mission Impossible Theme" started playing. Two agents in a suit with sunglasses and an earpiece were standing before her. Behind them were two police cars with their lights blinking.
"We're looking for a Mr. Dajotre," one said.
"He's not here," Brittney replied.
"Can we look around then, Miss?" the other asked.
Brittney raised an eyebrow and then moved aside. "Be my guest."
The agents came into the kitchen to see Peter drinking a new bottle of the Dew.
"Are you Mr. Dajotre?" one asked.
Peter put down the bottle and looked up at them. "Do I LOOK like Mr. Dajotre?"
The two agents looked at each other and then walked off. Peter shrugged and continued to drink the sweet nectar of Heaven. The agents searched the whole house and then came back to Brittney.
"So where is he?" the second agent asked.
Brittney sighed and opened up a closet. Dajotre came falling out.
"They always check everywhere but the closet," Brittney mumbled.
Dajotre looked up innocently. "I'm too young to die!"
The first agent handcuffed Daj and dragged him out. The second agent remained. Brittney stared at him.
"What?" she asked. "What do you want?"
"Mr. Bryan," the agent responded.
"Oh," Brittney said.
She walked into the basement and dragged a cowering Bryan back upstairs. The agent held out his hand and Bryan reluctantly handed over the wine and sparkling grape juice. The agent walked outside, and the other members of the house ran out the door to watch them take Dajotre away.
"No!" Tippy shouted. "Who will I torture?! I miss him already!!!"
"Aww," a voice said. "That's so sweet, Tippy."
Tip and the others whirled around.
"Dajotre?!" they all exclaimed.
"Yep," Daj said. "You can't get rid of me THAT easily."
"But...how?" Ben asked.
Dajotre came over to Kitt. "Kitt, I found your cloning machine."
Kitt glared. "Darn it. You're good."
He smiled superiorly. "Yep! And I have successfully cloned myself."
"So are YOU the real Daj, or is THAT the real Daj?" Ashley asked.
"I'M the real Daj," Dajotre said. "But no one else needs to know that."
(Next Chapter: Marriage?)
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Tracy- 1 1/2 (Yes!)
"Lisa!" Brittney yelled, knocking on her door. "Lisa!!! Lunch!"
"I refuse to eat at the same table as Arwen!" Lisa shouted from inside.
Brittney sighed. "Well, I guess Orlando's gonna have to send some up to her."
A few minutes later, another knock was at Lisa's door.
"What?!" Lisa screamed.
"Your food, Lady Lisa," Orlando said. *Lady Lisa?! rotfl*
Lisa opened the door and took the tray of food. "Thank you, Legolas."
"My name's Orlando," Orlando replied. "I'm Legolas's clone."
She stared and then rolled her eyes. "Tracy's gone off the deep end."
"I'm Kitt's boyfriend," he said.
Lisa blinked. "Okaaaay. Thanks."
She shut the door and Orlando left.
"What is she doing up there?" Sam asked as he ate the lunch Dajotre made. *Dajotre can cook? lol Sorry, Daj.*
"Probably plotting my death," Arwen mumbled.
"Don't say that," Aragorn told her.
"No, she's right," Tracy replied. "Lisa loves you, Aragorn. Arwen loves you. See what I'm getting at?"
"Not really," Aragorn answered after a pause.
Brittney sighed and pulled a chalkboard out of nowhere. "You+Arwen= Lisa trying to kill Arwen! You+Lisa=Lisa is happy! You+Eowyn=Neither Arwen nor Lisa is happy!"
"You can't go two ways about this, can you?" Peter asked.
"Peter, don't help," Tippy grumbled.
Peter shrugged. "Fine. Don't ask for my help. It's not like I don't know anything about love or women or anything."
Tippy looked over at him. "We know."
"So..." Dajotre said. "Kitt, where'd you get the technology to clone Legolas?"
"Like I'd tell you," Kitt answered.
"Of course you would!" Dajotre responded. "We're friends, right?"
Kitt looked up at him, then at Tippy, then back at Dajotre.
"Kind of you," Dajotre murmured.
Later, Tracy came in from outside with a handful of mail.
"Mail's here!" she announced.
"Mail?" the others said.
"Who's sending letters to us?" Brittney asked.
Tracy sat down on the chair and opened the first letter.
"Dear Everyone," she began. "You pitiful attempts at trying to live with each other will only lead to your downfall. Ha Ha Hahaha! Sincerely, Lord Elrond. P.S.- Bryan, give me back my wine."
Bryan sat on a chair at the other side of the room with a large bottle of dark purple wine. He looked up innocently.
"What?" he said. "I bought this!"
"You're under the legal drinking age," Ben said.
"I know," Bryan said. "I knew that. But THEY DID NOT NEED TO KNOW THAT!!!"
"Who's they?" Ben asked.
Bryan gestured around the room. "Can't you see them? They're everywhere!!!"
Everyone looked at each other and shrugged.
"What's the next letter say?" Pippin asked, coming to sit down next to Tracy.
"I wanna read!" Brittney said.
Tracy handed her the letter.
"Dear Everyone," she began. " (Hmm...that sounds familiar.) Please forgive me for my absence. I was called to an urgent meeting. I hope to be joining you shortly. Sincerely, Faramir of Gondor P.S.- Bryan, give me back my wine."
They looked back over at Bryan who was now holding a bottle of white wine. He was drinking it straight from the bottle, and then looked up.
"What?!" he shouted. "I bought this too!"
"Faramir's coming?" Eowyn asked, dashing into the room.
"Yep," Peter said. "And wait 'till we tell him ALL about you falling madly in love with Estelle."
Tippy whacked him on the head. "It's ESTEL!!!"
"Oh yeah," Peter mumbled, rubbing his head. "I forgot about that minor detail."
Eowyn's eyes widened. "Oh...not good."
Dajotre nodded. "Yep."
Tracy pulled out another letter. "Dear Boromir, I love you! I really miss you, and I forgive you for trying to take the Ring from Frodo. That's all over now so please come home and stay away from Tippy and those other MANIACS!!! Love, Stephanie."
"Awww," everyone chorused.
Boromir glared at them, hatefully.
"Wait!" Tracy interrupted. "There's more! P.S.- Bryan, give me back my sparkling grape juice."
They looked over at Bryan.
"WHAT?!" Bryan screamed. "It was the closest thing to wine! I was out!!!"
They all rolled their eyes.
"Is that all?" Pippin asked.
"No, a couple more," Tracy replied, flipping through the letters. "Geez. I really should've called this chapter "Fan Mail" or something. Anyway, here we go. Dear Kitt, Your Legolas clones are a big help around the house, but Will won't shut up. Did you give him Surge again? Love, Mom."
Kitt's eyes shifted, suspiciously. "Nooo..."
"Last letter. Dear Mr. Dajotre, Your order for a nuclear bomb has been received, and we are turning you into the FBI. Best Regards, the Central Intelligence Agency (C.I.A.)," Tracy read.
Dajotre's face paled. He looked around at everyone, then ran upstairs and slammed the door to his room.
"Wait, there's still more!" Tracy said. "P.S.- Tell Mr. Bryan to give Agent Bob back his wine AND sparkling grape juice, or we shall take drastic action."
Bryan looked around, and then ran upstairs and slammed the door to a various room.
"Hey! Get out!" Lisa shouted. "Can't you see I'm plotting?!"
"Oh, my bad," Bryan said. "Wrong room."
He ran back downstairs, grabbed his wine, and ran down into the basement.
Before dinner, there was a knock at the door. Brittney answered it and the "Mission Impossible Theme" started playing. Two agents in a suit with sunglasses and an earpiece were standing before her. Behind them were two police cars with their lights blinking.
"We're looking for a Mr. Dajotre," one said.
"He's not here," Brittney replied.
"Can we look around then, Miss?" the other asked.
Brittney raised an eyebrow and then moved aside. "Be my guest."
The agents came into the kitchen to see Peter drinking a new bottle of the Dew.
"Are you Mr. Dajotre?" one asked.
Peter put down the bottle and looked up at them. "Do I LOOK like Mr. Dajotre?"
The two agents looked at each other and then walked off. Peter shrugged and continued to drink the sweet nectar of Heaven. The agents searched the whole house and then came back to Brittney.
"So where is he?" the second agent asked.
Brittney sighed and opened up a closet. Dajotre came falling out.
"They always check everywhere but the closet," Brittney mumbled.
Dajotre looked up innocently. "I'm too young to die!"
The first agent handcuffed Daj and dragged him out. The second agent remained. Brittney stared at him.
"What?" she asked. "What do you want?"
"Mr. Bryan," the agent responded.
"Oh," Brittney said.
She walked into the basement and dragged a cowering Bryan back upstairs. The agent held out his hand and Bryan reluctantly handed over the wine and sparkling grape juice. The agent walked outside, and the other members of the house ran out the door to watch them take Dajotre away.
"No!" Tippy shouted. "Who will I torture?! I miss him already!!!"
"Aww," a voice said. "That's so sweet, Tippy."
Tip and the others whirled around.
"Dajotre?!" they all exclaimed.
"Yep," Daj said. "You can't get rid of me THAT easily."
"But...how?" Ben asked.
Dajotre came over to Kitt. "Kitt, I found your cloning machine."
Kitt glared. "Darn it. You're good."
He smiled superiorly. "Yep! And I have successfully cloned myself."
"So are YOU the real Daj, or is THAT the real Daj?" Ashley asked.
"I'M the real Daj," Dajotre said. "But no one else needs to know that."
(Next Chapter: Marriage?)
