Chapter 12- Just Whistle While You Work
BE HAPPY PETER! YOU GET A CHAPTER ALL ABOUT YOU!
Daj teh Great: Thank you...I think.
Rachel13: I'm sorry. Legolas is busy cleaning MY room! lol
Kitty Tigri, The TMCT: If I could, I would count all those votes! lol
THECheeseTurkey: I'd love to be in your story! *feels special* I'm glad you love it so much!
Tangerine Dash: Lisa would attack me like that too. e_e; lol
Daj.:Riiiight.
Lalaithiel Noleambar: lol I didn't steal him! I was...borrowing him.
butterflyer: It was even more fun writing it!
Favorite Votes:
Ashley- 2
Ben- 9 (Leader)
Brittney- 2
Bryan- 3
Dajotre- 4
Kitt- 2
Lisa- 2 1/2
Peter- 2 1/2
Tippy- 6
Theresa- 1
Tracy- 6 1/2 (Yes!)
Peter's alarm clock went off.
"It's 8:30 A.M," it said. "Do you know where Peter is?"
"What the?" Peter said, throwing the alarm clock out the window.
He ran over to the window to see how far it went. "Man! That got some distance!"
As he looked down, he saw Tippy skipping up the steps with the mail in her hands.
"Isn't that Faramir's job?" Peter said to himself.
He shrugged and turned in time to hear from nowhere, "PETER!!! THIS IS YOUR WAKE-UP CALL!!! THE MATRIX HAS YOU!!!"
"What?" Peter asked, checking to make sure he still had his hearing capabilities.
The voice from nowhere sighed, "Would you just get downstairs and serve your master?"
Peter looked up at the ceiling to see a newly installed intercom. "Uhh...whatever."
In five minutes, Dajotre had Peter working like he was serving the Queen of England...err the King. Peter was forced to wear the tuxedo Ben had, and he was serving Dajotre French toast and orange juice on a silver tray.
"Here you go, your Majesty!" Peter grumbled and stormed away.
"Hey-hey-hey!" Dajotre stopped him. "You have not been dismissed."
Peter groaned and came back. "Forgive me, Sir. Am I dismissed?"
"No," Dajotre replied. "I might need you in a few minutes. Until then, you can just stand there."
Peter glared at him and then glared over at Tracy. She was sitting in a chair, her Orlando Bloom and Billy Boyd picture album in front of her. She looked up.
"What?" she asked. "WHAT?!"
"Oh nothing," Peter said sarcastically.
"Good," she said. "I thought you were mad at me."
He continued to glare at her. She looked up again.
"What do you want?!" she yelled. "A reward for looking so dashing *cough* in that tuxedo or something?"
"Does 'I dare you to be Daj's personal slave for three days' ring a bell?!" he shouted.
"I told you!" Tracy yelled back. "It was all HIS idea!"
"Hey!" Daj interrupted. "Did I TELL you that you could argue with her?"
"...No," Peter sighed.
Dajotre shrugged. "Go ahead anyway."
"And another thing!" Peter screamed at her. "I am TIRED of those stupid forwards you send me!"
"I tired of you not writing back to me!!!" she screamed back. "And anyone else for that matter! And I'm SICK of you taking my video camera ideas!"
"And I'm sick of you mocking me in this...this...poor excuse for literature!!!" Peter shouted.
Tracy gasped. "Did you...you think that..."
She ran off, fake crying. (Those lessons from Brittney were paying off!) Just then, Tippy hopped into the room. Eowyn and Faramir were relaxing themselves, and Tippy came in with a palm branch.
"Here you are, my lord and lady!" she grinned, fanning them.
"Thank you, Tippy," Eowyn smiled. "See Faramir? She's really sweet and actually willing to be a servant."
"You gotta look hard to find those," Tippy added with a grin.
Faramir nodded. "You're right, dear."
"He called me 'dear'!" Tippy shouted.
"I believe that was directed at Eowyn," Dajotre clarified.
Tippy glared at him. "Whatever."
Peter sighed and got back to work, standing there and waiting for Daj to tell him to do something.
"I hate my life!" he whined.
"Don't be so depressed!" Tippy said. "Be happy you can serve someone! You know how the song goes, right?"
"What song?" Peter asked.
Tippy grinned and started to skip around Peter, singing, "Just whistle while you work. Doo Dee Doo Doo Doo Doo DOO. La La La La..."
Peter, not being able to take a second more of this stupidity, grabbed the tray and whacked Tippy on the head with it. She continued to skip around him, unaffected.
"Just hum a merry tune!" she continued. "Hmm Hmm Hmm Hmm Hmm Hmm Hmmmm..."
"I QUIT!" Peter screamed.
"You can't quit," Dajotre reminded him. "It's a dare. Now, go fetcheth me some water."
Peter, grumbling, stormed into the kitchen. "Why did I have to come? I mean, come on! It was a letter from Tracy! She's always out to ruin someone's life!"
Just as he was coming into the kitchen, he saw Ben and Bryan with Mountain Dew in their hands.
"Hey Peter!" Ben grinned. "Want some caffeine?"
"I can't," Peter sighed, pouring some water into a cup.
The two gasped. "Why not?!"
"Because my MASTER did not order me to," Peter snapped.
He stormed out of the kitchen, leaving Ben and Bryan confused and horrified.
"That is the saddest thing I've ever seen," Bryan said.
"I know," Ben sobbed. "He's so brave!"
The two started to cry, then abruptly stopped, continuing to drink the Dew.
That evening, Peter and Tippy were ordered to wash dishes while the others watched "Who's Line is it Anyway?"
"There's nothing else I'd rather be doing than this," Peter grumbled, putting away another plate. "Oh wait...yes there is."
"You look like you need a HUG!" Tippy grinned. (Her ecstatic state had turned her more insane than usual.)
"BACK DEMON WOMAN!" Peter shrieked.
Tracy came running in. Peter was holding a pan above his head, ready to strike Tippy on the head.
"What do you call this?" Tracy asked.
"I call it insane beyond all reason," Tippy replied.
Tracy took the pan from Peter's grasp and set in the cabinet. "Listen. I understand this is difficult for you, work and what not."
Peter nodded sadly.
"But if you hold out one more day, you'll be fine," she added.
"I still can't believe-" Peter began.
"IT IS ALL HIS IDEA!" Tracy interrupted. "Do I need to say it in Elvish? Ta naa ilya ho intya!"
Peter blinked. "...You're obsessed."
"And proud," Tracy smiled.
"Can I still be enraged with you?" he asked.
"Whatever floats your boat, I guess," Tracy shrugged. "But you still have to do the dishes."
Peter groaned and got back to work, Tracy walking out the door.
THE NEXT DAY....
"It's 8:30 A.M!" the newly fixed alarm clock said. "Do you know where Peter is?"
Peter groaned and threw the alarm clock out the window again. He dragged himself out of bed and resumed his position as Daj's personal slave. Since it was his last day, Dajotre was ready to give out orders like lottery tickets.
Peter began his day with serving breakfast. Today on the menu was misshapen, burnt pancakes that Ashley made for Frodo.
She skipped over to Frodo and gave him a plate of slightly black, slightly heart-shaped pancakes. "Here you go, love of my life! I made you breakfast!"
"Thank you, Ashley," Frodo smiled at her consideration.
He stood on his chair and kissed her on the forehead. She collapsed again and Brittney said, "Well, she'll wake up eventually. But until then, let's all eat whatever's left of breakfast."
Peter served the food on a silver tray to "King Daj." "Here you are, master."
"Thank you, slave," Daj nodded. "Please fetcheth me the remote control."
Peter looked over at where it was: five inches away from Daj's grasp. He sighed heavily and handed him the control. "You're welcome."
Tippy, meanwhile, was dropping grapes into Faramir's mouth.
"This is the life!" Tippy grinned. "My sweet Faramir relaxing, and I, his humble servant."
Peter glared over at Tip and then turned back to his "master."
"What else do you ask of me, your majesty?" he bowed mockingly.
"Stand there," Daj ordered. "I'll think of something."
Then, a timer went off.
"What was that?" Daj asked.
"It has been exactly 72 hours of service, Peter," Tracy said. "You're free."
"WHAT?!" Daj screamed.
"YES!!!" Peter rejoiced, falling to his knees. "THANK YOU SWEET JESUS!!!"
Dajotre glared as Peter ran up to his room to get rid of his tuxedo.
"It wasn't 72 hours," Dajotre told Tracy.
"I know," she said. "But he was so sad that it was pathetic. Besides, it's my story. I can do whatever I want."
(Next Chapter: Where Are You Going?!)
BE HAPPY PETER! YOU GET A CHAPTER ALL ABOUT YOU!
Daj teh Great: Thank you...I think.
Rachel13: I'm sorry. Legolas is busy cleaning MY room! lol
Kitty Tigri, The TMCT: If I could, I would count all those votes! lol
THECheeseTurkey: I'd love to be in your story! *feels special* I'm glad you love it so much!
Tangerine Dash: Lisa would attack me like that too. e_e; lol
Daj.:Riiiight.
Lalaithiel Noleambar: lol I didn't steal him! I was...borrowing him.
butterflyer: It was even more fun writing it!
Favorite Votes:
Ashley- 2
Ben- 9 (Leader)
Brittney- 2
Bryan- 3
Dajotre- 4
Kitt- 2
Lisa- 2 1/2
Peter- 2 1/2
Tippy- 6
Theresa- 1
Tracy- 6 1/2 (Yes!)
Peter's alarm clock went off.
"It's 8:30 A.M," it said. "Do you know where Peter is?"
"What the?" Peter said, throwing the alarm clock out the window.
He ran over to the window to see how far it went. "Man! That got some distance!"
As he looked down, he saw Tippy skipping up the steps with the mail in her hands.
"Isn't that Faramir's job?" Peter said to himself.
He shrugged and turned in time to hear from nowhere, "PETER!!! THIS IS YOUR WAKE-UP CALL!!! THE MATRIX HAS YOU!!!"
"What?" Peter asked, checking to make sure he still had his hearing capabilities.
The voice from nowhere sighed, "Would you just get downstairs and serve your master?"
Peter looked up at the ceiling to see a newly installed intercom. "Uhh...whatever."
In five minutes, Dajotre had Peter working like he was serving the Queen of England...err the King. Peter was forced to wear the tuxedo Ben had, and he was serving Dajotre French toast and orange juice on a silver tray.
"Here you go, your Majesty!" Peter grumbled and stormed away.
"Hey-hey-hey!" Dajotre stopped him. "You have not been dismissed."
Peter groaned and came back. "Forgive me, Sir. Am I dismissed?"
"No," Dajotre replied. "I might need you in a few minutes. Until then, you can just stand there."
Peter glared at him and then glared over at Tracy. She was sitting in a chair, her Orlando Bloom and Billy Boyd picture album in front of her. She looked up.
"What?" she asked. "WHAT?!"
"Oh nothing," Peter said sarcastically.
"Good," she said. "I thought you were mad at me."
He continued to glare at her. She looked up again.
"What do you want?!" she yelled. "A reward for looking so dashing *cough* in that tuxedo or something?"
"Does 'I dare you to be Daj's personal slave for three days' ring a bell?!" he shouted.
"I told you!" Tracy yelled back. "It was all HIS idea!"
"Hey!" Daj interrupted. "Did I TELL you that you could argue with her?"
"...No," Peter sighed.
Dajotre shrugged. "Go ahead anyway."
"And another thing!" Peter screamed at her. "I am TIRED of those stupid forwards you send me!"
"I tired of you not writing back to me!!!" she screamed back. "And anyone else for that matter! And I'm SICK of you taking my video camera ideas!"
"And I'm sick of you mocking me in this...this...poor excuse for literature!!!" Peter shouted.
Tracy gasped. "Did you...you think that..."
She ran off, fake crying. (Those lessons from Brittney were paying off!) Just then, Tippy hopped into the room. Eowyn and Faramir were relaxing themselves, and Tippy came in with a palm branch.
"Here you are, my lord and lady!" she grinned, fanning them.
"Thank you, Tippy," Eowyn smiled. "See Faramir? She's really sweet and actually willing to be a servant."
"You gotta look hard to find those," Tippy added with a grin.
Faramir nodded. "You're right, dear."
"He called me 'dear'!" Tippy shouted.
"I believe that was directed at Eowyn," Dajotre clarified.
Tippy glared at him. "Whatever."
Peter sighed and got back to work, standing there and waiting for Daj to tell him to do something.
"I hate my life!" he whined.
"Don't be so depressed!" Tippy said. "Be happy you can serve someone! You know how the song goes, right?"
"What song?" Peter asked.
Tippy grinned and started to skip around Peter, singing, "Just whistle while you work. Doo Dee Doo Doo Doo Doo DOO. La La La La..."
Peter, not being able to take a second more of this stupidity, grabbed the tray and whacked Tippy on the head with it. She continued to skip around him, unaffected.
"Just hum a merry tune!" she continued. "Hmm Hmm Hmm Hmm Hmm Hmm Hmmmm..."
"I QUIT!" Peter screamed.
"You can't quit," Dajotre reminded him. "It's a dare. Now, go fetcheth me some water."
Peter, grumbling, stormed into the kitchen. "Why did I have to come? I mean, come on! It was a letter from Tracy! She's always out to ruin someone's life!"
Just as he was coming into the kitchen, he saw Ben and Bryan with Mountain Dew in their hands.
"Hey Peter!" Ben grinned. "Want some caffeine?"
"I can't," Peter sighed, pouring some water into a cup.
The two gasped. "Why not?!"
"Because my MASTER did not order me to," Peter snapped.
He stormed out of the kitchen, leaving Ben and Bryan confused and horrified.
"That is the saddest thing I've ever seen," Bryan said.
"I know," Ben sobbed. "He's so brave!"
The two started to cry, then abruptly stopped, continuing to drink the Dew.
That evening, Peter and Tippy were ordered to wash dishes while the others watched "Who's Line is it Anyway?"
"There's nothing else I'd rather be doing than this," Peter grumbled, putting away another plate. "Oh wait...yes there is."
"You look like you need a HUG!" Tippy grinned. (Her ecstatic state had turned her more insane than usual.)
"BACK DEMON WOMAN!" Peter shrieked.
Tracy came running in. Peter was holding a pan above his head, ready to strike Tippy on the head.
"What do you call this?" Tracy asked.
"I call it insane beyond all reason," Tippy replied.
Tracy took the pan from Peter's grasp and set in the cabinet. "Listen. I understand this is difficult for you, work and what not."
Peter nodded sadly.
"But if you hold out one more day, you'll be fine," she added.
"I still can't believe-" Peter began.
"IT IS ALL HIS IDEA!" Tracy interrupted. "Do I need to say it in Elvish? Ta naa ilya ho intya!"
Peter blinked. "...You're obsessed."
"And proud," Tracy smiled.
"Can I still be enraged with you?" he asked.
"Whatever floats your boat, I guess," Tracy shrugged. "But you still have to do the dishes."
Peter groaned and got back to work, Tracy walking out the door.
THE NEXT DAY....
"It's 8:30 A.M!" the newly fixed alarm clock said. "Do you know where Peter is?"
Peter groaned and threw the alarm clock out the window again. He dragged himself out of bed and resumed his position as Daj's personal slave. Since it was his last day, Dajotre was ready to give out orders like lottery tickets.
Peter began his day with serving breakfast. Today on the menu was misshapen, burnt pancakes that Ashley made for Frodo.
She skipped over to Frodo and gave him a plate of slightly black, slightly heart-shaped pancakes. "Here you go, love of my life! I made you breakfast!"
"Thank you, Ashley," Frodo smiled at her consideration.
He stood on his chair and kissed her on the forehead. She collapsed again and Brittney said, "Well, she'll wake up eventually. But until then, let's all eat whatever's left of breakfast."
Peter served the food on a silver tray to "King Daj." "Here you are, master."
"Thank you, slave," Daj nodded. "Please fetcheth me the remote control."
Peter looked over at where it was: five inches away from Daj's grasp. He sighed heavily and handed him the control. "You're welcome."
Tippy, meanwhile, was dropping grapes into Faramir's mouth.
"This is the life!" Tippy grinned. "My sweet Faramir relaxing, and I, his humble servant."
Peter glared over at Tip and then turned back to his "master."
"What else do you ask of me, your majesty?" he bowed mockingly.
"Stand there," Daj ordered. "I'll think of something."
Then, a timer went off.
"What was that?" Daj asked.
"It has been exactly 72 hours of service, Peter," Tracy said. "You're free."
"WHAT?!" Daj screamed.
"YES!!!" Peter rejoiced, falling to his knees. "THANK YOU SWEET JESUS!!!"
Dajotre glared as Peter ran up to his room to get rid of his tuxedo.
"It wasn't 72 hours," Dajotre told Tracy.
"I know," she said. "But he was so sad that it was pathetic. Besides, it's my story. I can do whatever I want."
(Next Chapter: Where Are You Going?!)
