THERES A GIMLI IN THE BATHROOM
Disclaimer: I don't own a Gimli, and there's never been one in my bathroom. I am simply telling the
story of Little Mike's family and their Gimli problem. Oh, and for that matter, I don't claim to own
Tollhouse Cookies either.
PART II
Little Mike and his mom heard a loud crash from the bathroom.
"What do you think he's gonna do to the Gimli?" Little Mike asked, while mixing the cookie dough.
"I don't think he'll do anything useful...I'll probabley have to go and get the Gimli myself." she replied.
Just then, another crash. Little Mike's mom told Little Mike to take over (cookie baking) while she went to get the Gimli.
When she got there, she saw the Gimli holding the pan over her husband who was whimpering on the floor holding Little Mike's blanket.
She walked over to the Gimli and held out her hand. He looked puzzled for a minute, but then took her hand and shook it firmly. They smiled
at each other.
"Hi, I am the mom of this house." Little Mike's mom explained.
"Aye," said the Gimli, "Nice to meet you m'lady."
"Would you like a Tollhouse Cookie?" Little Mike's mom asked.
"Hmm. I would." said the Gimli.
She walked out of the bathroom and he followed her. They had Tollhouse Cookies and milk. Little Mike and his mom found out that the Gimli
was out of town with a Boromir when the Boromit got upset with the Gimli for drawing in his Hello Kitty coloring book and just dropped the Gimli
off on the side of the road. It had been about two weeks before the Gimli arrived here, at Little Mike's house. He needed somewhere to take a nice
hot bath at and maybe sleep. He apologized for disrupting anything.
"That is quite alright, you Gimli," said Little Mike's mom, "You can stay here just as long as you need to."
The Gimli did, and after he "wore out his welcome", Little Mike's mom adopted him, and now he is known as Little Gimli. And Little Mike's dad is still
in the bathroom with the blanket after all these years because he is terrified of the Gimli.
THE END
Disclaimer: I don't own a Gimli, and there's never been one in my bathroom. I am simply telling the
story of Little Mike's family and their Gimli problem. Oh, and for that matter, I don't claim to own
Tollhouse Cookies either.
PART II
Little Mike and his mom heard a loud crash from the bathroom.
"What do you think he's gonna do to the Gimli?" Little Mike asked, while mixing the cookie dough.
"I don't think he'll do anything useful...I'll probabley have to go and get the Gimli myself." she replied.
Just then, another crash. Little Mike's mom told Little Mike to take over (cookie baking) while she went to get the Gimli.
When she got there, she saw the Gimli holding the pan over her husband who was whimpering on the floor holding Little Mike's blanket.
She walked over to the Gimli and held out her hand. He looked puzzled for a minute, but then took her hand and shook it firmly. They smiled
at each other.
"Hi, I am the mom of this house." Little Mike's mom explained.
"Aye," said the Gimli, "Nice to meet you m'lady."
"Would you like a Tollhouse Cookie?" Little Mike's mom asked.
"Hmm. I would." said the Gimli.
She walked out of the bathroom and he followed her. They had Tollhouse Cookies and milk. Little Mike and his mom found out that the Gimli
was out of town with a Boromir when the Boromit got upset with the Gimli for drawing in his Hello Kitty coloring book and just dropped the Gimli
off on the side of the road. It had been about two weeks before the Gimli arrived here, at Little Mike's house. He needed somewhere to take a nice
hot bath at and maybe sleep. He apologized for disrupting anything.
"That is quite alright, you Gimli," said Little Mike's mom, "You can stay here just as long as you need to."
The Gimli did, and after he "wore out his welcome", Little Mike's mom adopted him, and now he is known as Little Gimli. And Little Mike's dad is still
in the bathroom with the blanket after all these years because he is terrified of the Gimli.
THE END
