A/N: Thanks for the reviews, as I always like to get feedback on my stories. But also any suggestions are very appreciated too, and I would try to fit them into my story. Otherwise, on with chapter 7!

"Hey Z-man?" Don asked. "What do you guys use to cook stuff in?"

"How should I know, I'm just a wizard. I eat what's in the forest." Came the reply.

"Well, from my colonial books I always read, digging holes in the ground was always pretty popular."

Leo just couldn't stand it when Donatello tried to sound all smart with his colonial books, he could read those silly old things any day. "Well Don, start digging. Everyone else take five." So Leo and Z-man lulled around waiting for the others to return while Don dug the whole.

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Raph was having a hard time trying to find any toppings that didn't contain fish. He was horribly allergic to that stuff. "Let's see here. Man Middle Earth is so damn primitive!" Raph got a lot of evil glares from people who were nearby at the time of his cursing. "What? You are! Man, I guess I'll have to make some of my own pepperoni from scratch. Hmmm, what makes up pepperonis? If I cut it into syllables it would contains peppers and onis. Which could be onions! And of course you have to have the meat part of it, which by my guess would be pig intestines. Well that should do it; I'll just buy all this with the good old barter system. Hello, all take all these things." Raph pointed to all his ingredients.

"That will be ten dollars." The clerk responded.

Raph thought about this for a moment and started using his great bartering skills. "You give me my stuff, and I give you a chicken and three bits of string." The clerk pointed to a sign saying they would not accept bits of string. "Ok, the chicken then."

"Deal!" Came the response.

Raph took his ingredients and was about to leave when the clerk asked for his chicken. "Ummm, it's over there in that pen." He pointed to a butcher shop with a displayed chicken in front of it. So he had his things and headed back to the others.

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Mike was in the bakery were Gimli had just taken off with a cake, and Legolas sat in the corner trying to catch his breath after a foul run-in with the dwarfs shoe. He was discussing matters of the bread with the old lady. "Totally dude, I need some bread for the pizza me and my friends are making."

"What kind of bread do you need? We have of seventy different kinds." She asked.

Mike pondered this for a while before responding. "You got pizza bread?" She shook her head and told him they had nothing even close to that. Mike just stood there for a while; he was trying to remember that bread Raph was always talking about. "I've got it! Do you have some wheat bread?" Mike asked not knowing if he had pronounced it right.

"Why yes we do, how much do you need?" Said the kind old lady.

"Ummm, better make it a pound to be on the safe sound."

So the old lady wrapped up a pound of wheat bread for the odd looking gentlemen and handed it to him. "That will be five dollars please."

Mike looked worried; he had no money on him. So he did the only thing he knows how to do in this situation, run! That turtle ran faster than a bat out of hell. And because Mike was three times faster than Gimli, the old lady didn't even make an attempt to catch him. So he was well on his way back to his little dwelling on the outskirts of the city.

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Jojo was in Sauron's room cleaning the place up while Sauron was making out with his lady friend. "Do you have to do that damn cleaning now? As you can see, I'm kind of busy here!" Jojo just ignored him and kept cleaning even though he couldn't help but feel a bit hurt by his master's words. But he knew he didn't mean it. "Did you hear what I said? Or are you deaf?" Jojo continued to ignore him, hoping that he would just leave him be. But Sauron decided to start making fun of him until he left. "Hey shrimp, you missed a spot." Silence. "Did you hear me? I said you missed a spot! Clean it up!"

Jojo couldn't help it anymore; he was really starting to get agitated. "Where Sauron? Where did I miss a spot?"

"Right there." Sauron pointed to a spot on the wall where he had just cleaned a couple of minutes ago.

"I don't see anything there. It's perfectly clean." Jojo remarked in a rather rude sounding tone.

"Look closer, shrimp." Sauron spit on the wall. "Now get to work and clean it up!"

Jojo just sighed and obeyed, would his master ever understand how he really felt? He just wanted to have him understand that he's a person too, and that he has feelings.

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